We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.

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

And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.

For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.

Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about.. A search.

As usual, no one's ever around when you need them.

If you want me you're going to have to come and get me.