Home is where the heart is, until we get a chance to bury it. Home is where the heart pulled the nails out of its feet, and fled.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, if I run out of women.
Listening to music that I hate calms me down.
When I played doctor I played to win.
And when our sun explodes and we are all destroyed, we'll be rocks and chunks of I am not sure what, and maybe we'll rain down on somewhere else.
We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever.