Monogamous Musicians Are Like Vegan Hockey Players.

Celebrity Despicability Is A Precious Thing.

The Way I Pictured It, All This Grief Would Be Like A Winter Night When You're Standing Outside. You'll Warm Up Once You Get Used To The Cold. Except After You've Been Out There For Awhile, You Feel The Warmth Draining Out Of You And You Realize The Opposite Is Happening; You're Getting Colder And Colder, As The Body Heat You Brought Outside With You Seeps Out Of Your Skin. Instead Of Getting Used To It, You Get Weaker The Longer You Endure It.

The Times You Lived Through, The People You Shared Those Times With — Nothing Brings It All To Life Like An Old Mix Tape. It Does A Better Job Of Storing Up Memories Than Actual Brain Tissue Can Do. Every Mix Tape Tells A Story. Put Them Together, And They Can Add Up To The Story Of A Life.

Tonight, I Feel Like My Whole Body Is Made Out Of Memories. I'm A Mix-tape, A Cassette That's Been Rewound So Many Times You Can Hear The Fingerprints Smudged On The Tape.

A Song Nobody Likes Is A Sad Thing. But A Love Song Nobody Likes Is Hardly A Thing At All.