When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.

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

There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them.

Now you know how I justify my addictions—if I can pay less for it than I would at Wal-Mart, I get to have it.

Moth to a flame I follow.

If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons