He’s so beautiful,” she said wistfully. “He’s like an angel.” “Yep,” I agreed flatly. “The one that fell.

Yesterday was a memory. Tomorrow was a hope. Today was another day to live and do one's best to love

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.