You go your way I'll go your way too

We are ugly but we have the music.

What were the bodies like on the beach? Ugly and white and ruined by offices.

I've often said if I knew where the good songs came from, I'd go there more often.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.

Everybody knows the dice are loaded.