That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight

Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.

It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.

And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.

Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies- two ideas that on good days I believe wholeheartedly and on bad days I denounce as a bunch of bull.