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

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you got problems.

My philosophy is pretty simple – any day nobody’s trying to kill me is a good day in my book.

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.

Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.

It's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don’t have to face the truth, don’t have to feel alone.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?