- My body is a metronome, keeping time for the universe, the maximal and the minimal. All of it. It makes me feel less alone.
- The hardest part of watching someone watching me is making it appear that I'm not watching.
- I hate the way the sky looks at me, as if it knows everything I've been up to.
- No one wants to be what they are.
- It's funny how easy it is to sleep with someone, but how hard it is to sleep next to someone.
- My pen was a life raft in the middle of the ocean, it was the only place I could ever be free. Grammar and punctuation were just someone else's ownership of my words, so I raged against them, blew through borders, made them mine. I would keep all my secrets inside parentheses. I would hold my breath before every period.
- The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if we only had the guts.
- There's always so much mystery in other people's lives.
- I've always been a dreamer, have always believe in the power of love and art and loud, life-affirming rock and roll, but, for the first time, I'm starting to have doubts. Can a dream even exist in reality? Or does it turn to stone the second it leaves your mind?
- Every day is a new adventure, every city a new opportunity.
- Someone once told me that digging up the past has two sides: The pro is that you remember things you had forgotten about. Unfortunately, the con is the exact same thing. That may scare some people away, might force them to always be moving forward, never looking back, not for a second. But not me. I'm a believer. In my heart, I know that nothing is ever finished. I can't close the door on anything. Right now, I need to follow my heart; I need to have a little faith.
- Everything is beautiful when you are mindlessly in love, when you ignore your fears and doubts and focus hard on the here and now.
- It's funny how fears hide inside other fears. The fear of airplanes hiding inside the fear of heights hiding inside the fear of highways hiding inside the fear of cars hiding inside the fear of elevators hiding inside the fear of leaving my room hiding inside the fear of living. Fear tries to own me.
- Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.
- I love the long stretches between conversations best. The quiet is like blue waves running between screaming, tourist-filled islands. It doesn't feel forced; it feels okay to just be breathing, to just be riding up front with the guys, our little family band.
- I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.
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