It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

...I couldn't let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million lonely aisles.

Good bands you can kind of lose, then come back and realize they're still good.

His characters are ravaged, beaten. They walk through infernos and emerged charred doves.

It's funny how the night that changes your life forever starts out like all the others.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.