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

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

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

I was having an epiphany. A moment of supreme clarity, leading to what I dubbed a “realization of solitude” that goes like this: I’m lonely. But when I left that girl in the window I was sure I’d never felt more godforsaken in my life. There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I’m guessing that once you’ve discovered this distinction you can’t go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.

It seemed cruelly unfair to me, even then, how fast your life can change before you have an opportunity to rethink your choices. We should get second chances on the big stuff. We should come equipped with erasers attached to the tops of our heads. Like pencils. We should be able to flip over and scribble away mistakes, at least once or twice during the duration of our existence, especially in matters of life and death.

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