I've got my girl and my guitar, and for me that's enough.

Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.

I was looking for someplace to store all the things I was feeling - the friction, the contradictions, the unmerciful truth - but my heart, my soul, my eyes and ears and even my toes were locking their doors. They wouldn't let me in. For safety reasons. I had no choice but to throw the feelings away.

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

He was waiting for something from me. Acknowledgement. Validation. Commiseration, perhaps. I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of feeling any more than I already did.

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

You can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions.