Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.