I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.
Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?
Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.
You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.
You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.
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.