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.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.