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

I'm asking you, I'm begging you, could you please shut your mouth for just five minutes?" You can imagine the reaction. They ended up in the basement.

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.

And I stop listening to me, because to put it bluntly, I tire me.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

Failure has been my best friend as a writer. It tests you, to see if you have what it takes to see it through.

... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.