I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.

Life’s all about the revolution, isn’t it? The one inside, I mean. You can’t change history. You can’t change the world. All you can ever change is yourself.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

The feeling that you get.... when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don't want it to, but you can't stop it. And you know, for the first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.