I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.

This object that we hold in our hands, a book... that tactile pleasure, it's just not going to go away.

I'll cook the water.

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

World of words lost on the living / I take my place with the walking dead / Robbed of my voice I'm always giving / Thousands of words to this nameless dread.

I can't really believe that it's over. "I'll speak for her." Every face turns to where Sean Kendrick stands a little apart from the crowd, his arms crossed. "This island runs on courage, not blood," he says. His face is turned towards me, but his eyes are on Eaton and his groups. In the hush after he speaks, I can hear my heart thudding in my ears.

I don't think I could ever give up music. It's what makes me tick. If there was no music, there would be no writing.