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 had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn’t understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

If you want to know how someone really feels, you almost never have to ask.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

I've been hit on plenty of times, mostly by men with little finesse who thought what was between their legs made up for what they lacked between their ears.