I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.