Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE - not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.

Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.

There’s nothing worse than falling in love with a person over and over every time you lay eyes on them, especially when you hate their goddamn guts

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules

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

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