Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

I say, 'Don't lose your heart, Rube.' And very clearly, without moving, my brother answers me. He says, 'I'm not tryin' to lose it, Cam. I'm tryin' to find it.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.