If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

You can’t give somebody faith. They either got it or they don’t.

He is my vulnerability

I am a kite in a tornado but I have a long string. There is tension in my line. Somewhere, someone is holding onto the other end and, although it cannot spare me this storm, it will not let me be lost while I regain my strength. It is enough.

For what other reason would you have me save you? Because I like you? Better to be useful than liked.

A little blood never bothers me.

I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.