Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

This Lullaby is only a few words, a simple run of chords, quiet here in this spare room, but you can hear it, hear it, wherever you may go, even if I let you down, this lullaby plays on.

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.