It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

Every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say, and you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you I love you.

We're constantly being told what other people think we are, and that's why it is so important to know yourself.

In the arms of the angel, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live

We are in an age of technology where we sit in our little cubicles and we IM each other and Skype each other and never connect as human beings.