Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.

You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too.

But once you throw a stone, there are ripples in the pond, even if you remove the rock.

I think that's probably the most devastating thing - when someone who is larger than life winds up a shadow of themselves in a hospital bed.

Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.

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