I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken.

There Have Been Two Great Accidents In My Life. One Was The Trolley, And The Other Was Diego. Diego Was By Far The Worst.

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”