"And I think I believe that, if stones could dream, they'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by-piece, and turned into a castle for some towering queen they're unable to know. And when that queen's daughter came of age, I think she'd be lovely and stubborn and brave, and suitors would journey from kingdoms away to make themselves known. And I think that I know the bitter dismay of a lover who brought fresh bouquets every day when she turned him away to remember some knave who once gave just one rose, one day, years ago."

"Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played, I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned. So pause and add your own intentions."

"But if I could tear his throat, and spill his blood between my jaws, and erase his name out for good, don't you know that I would? Don't you realize that I wouldn’t pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I'd call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don't know what he did, tell his brand-new wife and his second kid."

"Rapt, in "Star Wars" sheets, with my hand across your belly, we waded through the watercolor. And drunk in your parents house, junk coming out of your mouth, we were buried in the ice sculpture, and you said "I would be anything that you wanted me to be...but how could I change my body?""

"Her stinging eyes, and her sixteen-hour drive, and our shared, transparent rope, and our icy dive through hope I'll memorise, and I'll cut into my mind."

"Ooh, murderess, in the wilderness, with your victims all around you, their combined love forms a pool your knife’s reflected in. Now I’m ready, too, with my throat to you, on this island, by this moon. What I want the most to do is show I’m not like them."

"And I really do think that there’s probably more good than anger or selfishness, sickness, or sadness would ever completely allow us to have in this life, I think I'm sure. But that doesn't mean it's bad."

"Let's go back up to your house and take our clothes off and just push and pull ourselves until we're deep inside of sleep"

"How did I climb out of a life so boring into that moment? Please stop ignoring the heart inside, oh you readers at home! While you gasp at my bloody crimes, please take the time to make your heart my home: where I'm forgiven by time, where I'm cushioned by hope, where I'm numbed by long drives, where I'm talked off or doped. Does the heart wants to atone? Oh, I believe that it’s so, because if I could climb back through time, I'd restore their lives and then give back my own: tens of times now its size on a far distant road in a far distant time where every night I'm still crying, entirely alone."

"Safe, safe - enjoy your time feeling so safe, and treasure that smile on your face, okay? Because time will see that it’s replaced in a while."

"Wish I could remember why it mattered to me. It doesn't matter to me. It doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Feel a brand-new storm surround your form tonight..."

"The house in the valley is open this week. Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets. Honestly."

"There is no escaping the thing that is making its home in your radio."

"I live in a building where nobody knows me, I go to bed early, I sleep in my clothes. At night I hear screaming down in the street, I dream that I'm slipping, I reach for my feet."

"Lauren Gurgiolo"

"Justin Sherburn"

"Scott Brackett"

"Patrick Pestorius"

"Travis Nelsen"

"Will Sheff"

"I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere When the water filled every hole. And thousands upon thousands made an ocean, Making islands where no island should go."

"And there's no blame For how our love did slowly fade And now that it's gone It's like it wasn't there at all And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide Lying awake at night."

"I'm in Los Angeles today; garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creeping, even when the population's sleeping. And I can't see why you'd want to live here."

"Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set."

"I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you, 'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck."

"But I'm thinking of what Sarah said. That "love is watching someone die". So who's gonna watch you die?"

"Burn it down 'til the embers smoke on the ground And start new when your heart is an empty room With walls of the deepest blue [...] And all you see is where else you could be when you're at home And out on the street there are so many possibilities to not be alone"

"If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the "no"'s on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks I'll follow you into the dark."

"Sing for me angel of afterlife calming me down. Chaos inside my nebula! And make the wrong turn to right in a celestial light. Forgive my sacrimony!"

"Those were the moments, and these were my days."

"I am the hole in your broken heart I am the reason we all depart What if all is over?"

"So long Your sorrow be gone Show me how it feels to be alive No more denial So long"

"The word "incubus" means "to lie on", and it was believed that any feeling in bed, such as a weight pressing down on your chest, especially accompanied by nightmares, was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted to have a nocturnal intercourse with you. Given the religious fervor of the Middle Ages, it is not altogether surprising that the idea of a demon lover was believed to account of this phenomenon."

"Wake me! Revolve in my wounds. Lay down your enemy. On the altar of refined deception. Hate me! I'm all over you. Reset the harmony. Like a fire in the night."

"You will never really know my name without reflection. A careful devil's irony in pure perfection, In pure deceit!"

"Know that I broke her neck, A twisted china white visage. I may seem unaffected, But don't we all want to be god?"

"Dear Editor, This is the Zodiac speaking. I am back with you. Tell Herb Caen I am here. I have always been here. That city pig, Toschi, is good, but I am both smarter and better. He will get tired then leave me alone. I am waiting for a good movie about me. Who will play me? I am now in control of all things. Yours truly..."

"Just one...Just one more day...Just one more...war!"

"Break down!! Got to break down! Break down!!!"

"On a silent shore, I confronted fear. I spoke to God, But he wasn't there. The sun is down, And the war begun. Assemble the great pandemonium!"

"We all have broken hearts to mend."

"Every child follows blind, On the journey we call life. Learn it every day... Given love or given name, Determines everybody's fate in life. Be careful what you give!"

"How could this happen? What have we done?"

"Essence of beauty. Taken to soon. Princess of hope. Deep in our hearts you live on... Essence of goodness. Goddess of light. Give us the power. God gave us strength to live on."

"Falling like the Fahrenheit. Someone will always lose. You will never see another sunrise. My cyanide in paradise. That someone's always there. And I will never see another sundown in your eyes..."