and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

there is this one photograph... that is just beautiful. it would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but i’ll try. if you listen to the song “asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then i think you will see the photograph.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.