Self respect, Colie. If you don't have it, the world will walk all over you.

Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.

I'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.

Honesty in principle was one thing. In someone’s face, it was another.

Okay. Enough." I got out of the closet, brushing myself off, then turned around to face her. "This is happening. So you need to go downstairs, face your fears, and make the best of it, and everything will be okay." She narrowed her eyes at me. "When did you suddenly become so positive?" "Just get out of there.

Even if you do make tons of new friends,” I told him, “try not to forget where you came from, okay?