Inside every believe, there's a lie.

Inside every believe, there's a lie.

I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.

Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!

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.

Bottom line, Eliza— you’re my home and my family, and I don’t want to lose you. I could lose everything else, and as long as I still had you and a guitar I know I’d be all right. Do you get what I’m saying?