And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.

Let’s just make it through tonight, worry about the rest later.

I've always believed in God. I'm just not so sure he believes in me.

I’ve always been a dreamer, have always believed in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I’m starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.