My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

Choices. We all make them, sometimes more than once. Sometimes it's the choices we make over and over that define us, but more often it's the choices we don't make.

My head's filled up with all the reasons it won't work. And I keep running the figures, over and over, but I can't seem to come up with an answer.

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

But sometimes it's the sunshine that frightens us more than the big black shadows.

I knew him, but I don't understand him.