The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.

To Jacob the act of critiquing art was essentially imprecise. That's why he didn't read reviews on anything he liked, be it a book, a movie, or a record. He believed that any work an artist puts forth which contains the truth as he or she sees it is worthy of consideration, and any commentary of the work beyond that is nothing more than pure individual opinion and should not be considered relevant to the work itself.

I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.

In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.

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.

Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.