You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

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

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.

The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads to let the demons out. To relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear. Jude understood the impulse. Each beat of his heart was a fresh and staggering blow felt in the nerves behind his eyes and in his temples. Punishing evidence of life.

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