The problem isn’t with rock lyrics, it’s with the fabric of this society itself.

It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

There is a gulf as wide as an ocean between should and want, and I am drowning in it.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

and another claimed it was inherited through a parent who was a carrier of the defective gene. I had always assumed the latter was the case with Claire. After all, surely a child who grew out of grief would be born with a heavy heart.

If you ask me, music is the language of memory

You can touch everything and be connected to nothing.