She Liked Things That Had Been Written

Music [is] The Third Rail Of Life. You Grabbed It To Shock Yourself Out Of The Dull Drag Of Hours. To Feel Something. To Burn With All The Emotions You Didn't Get To Experience In The Ordinary Run Of School, Tv, And Loading The Dishwasher After Dinner.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.

I Want You To Remember What Was Good In Me, Not What Was Most Awful. The People You Love Should Be Allowed To Keep Their Worst To Themselves.

The Difference Between Childhood And Adulthood, Vic Had Come To Believe, Was The Difference Between Imagination And Resignation. You Traded One For The Other And Lost Your Way.