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Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!
Inside every believe, there's a lie.
And if my aunt had balls she'd be my uncle.
I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.
Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.
We hovered above the moment like two rain clouds
No one commits suicide because they want to die.
As usual, no one's ever around when you need them.
If you want me you're going to have to come and get me.
I've got my girl and my guitar, and for me that's enough.
Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies.
Has the industry done to music what McDonald’s has done to eating?
Don't swear off all the fruits just because you ate one bad apple.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules
Don't waste your time with fear.. Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.
I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.
That's the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight
That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.
Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.
I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.
Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.
For the record, if I were Superman, a pale, scrawny guy holding a guitar would be Kryptonite.
You can’t judge a man solely on his actions. Sometimes actions are nothing more than re actions.
I need to know that wherever I end up, in the stars or in the gutter, you’re along for the ride.
Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.
The days will always be brighter because he existed. The nights will always be darker because he's gone.
We had pathetically simple dreams: to do meaningful work that we could be proud of, to be together, and to be happy.
Maybe I’m weak for music men. Maybe I’m weak, period. But I couldn’t deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.
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.
Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about.. A search.
I'm almost thirty and my day job is folding shirts at the Gap. Have you seen my room? I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.
This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.
The phrase what I want struck me. It contains so much entitlement, so many complications, but encompasses only what a person doesn't have.
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.
Did you really want to die?" "No one commits suicide because they want to die." "Then why do they do it?" "Because they want to stop the pain.
In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.
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'd be a sucker for a guy who wrote me a song,” I said. “Like Beth or Rosanna or Sara. Or Sharona. Is that too much to ask? To be somebody's Sharona?
Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies- two ideas that on good days I believe wholeheartedly and on bad days I denounce as a bunch of bull.
... there’s also nothing noble about being fearless. How much do you wanna bet the last man standing in a battle is usually the biggest fool of all?” - Paul Hudson
The question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it can’t pay my bills, can still set me free.
Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn't be one of them.
I'm afraid of everything. Fear of being alone, fear of being hurt, fear of being made a fool of, fear of failure... Still, I think all my fears bleed from one big one.
Talent? That's not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor.
Isn’t it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it’s dying?
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.
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 just happen to comprehend the low standards of the majority of the music-buying public, and I don’t care how condescending that sounds, it’s true. They always go for the shiny gimmicks. Always.
And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.
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?