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

"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."

"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."

"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"

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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?""

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Hot breath, rough skin, warm laughs, and smiling. The loveliest words whispered and meant, you like all these things."

"I put my lips to your face, trying to push his kiss out of its place"

"Some nights I thirst for real blood, for real knives, for real cries. And then the flash of steel from real guns in real life really fills my mind."

"There's nothing quite like the blinding light when that curtain's cast aside."

"A black sheep boy dissolves in hot cream, in sweet moans, in each dead bed and empty home, in each seething bacterium. Killing softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial. He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria. He’s the thrill of the abecedarian. (See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?) And there’s plenty of ways to claim his crimes tonight, and there's plenty of things to do on his dime. And there's plenty of ways to wear his hide tonight. You've got yours and I've got mine. So why did you flee? Don't you know you can’t leave his control, only call all his wild works your own?"

"So come back and we'll take them all on. So come back to your life on the lam. So come back to your old black sheep man. He says, "I am waiting on hoof and on hand. I am waiting, all hated and damned. I am waiting - I snort and I stamp. I am waiting, you know that I am, calmly waiting to make you my lamb.""

"But the best thing for you would be queen, so be queen; you're all that I need. Though I know that it never can be, I'd be pleased to post your decrees, to fall at your knees; to name all your streets and to sit down and weep when you're carried back through them and set down to sleep, and to lie by your side for sublime centuries, 'till we crumble to dust when we're crushed by a single sunbeam."

"Kids get lost, lambs out wandering. Bigger, blacker things go following them into a patch of forest somebody once planted for this song. (It's not over. Phones are still ringing. Eyes are still rolling, eyes are still clinging. Something in the air starts singing...Radios switched on and buzzing. Something in the wind starts humming. Something in the field starts hunting...) Kids grow up and kids go numb. And, kids, it's coming. Kids, it's going to come."

"Bless this tiny alley; we have fallen, from tall buildings we have fallen through the air into a garden sweetly smelling of the softest sleeping flowers (now they sit under the sidewalk, now they're waiting for the shining of some future sun to show us all that brings you beauty and all that gives you pleasure); I could sigh into your hide and say "I hope I'm here forever, but black sheep boy - with your lovers, with your list of favorite pillows, with your list of missing children, with the walls where you drew windows overlooking hidden gardens cut apart by jagged mountains (climbing up into the air and crumbling down into a fountain where the water waits forever, like a quiet, distant treasure) - when you rise up to recover, when you leave this tiny alley, when you meet me in the garden with your horns all hung with cedar, every spirit brushing past me brushing past them in the ether screams 'all this is window dressing, all you are is flimsy curtains - watch, you flame up with a word from us and don't know that you're burning.""

"By the second verse, dear friends, my head will burst and my life will end, so I'd like to start this one off by saying "live! and love!""

"So hoist up the John B. sail. See how the main sail sets. I'm full in my heart and my head and I want to go home, with a book in each hand, in the way I had planned. I feel so broke up, I want to go home."

"All of the stage names evaporate, and it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race; either to kick off too soon or stick round too late, to be far too dear or too cut-rate."

"I've got my ear against the screen, I feel your feelings crackling through every single inch of me; I'm going to make you mean it. With every single cell of me, I'm going to make you mean the words you sigh."

"I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less than we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow."

"Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing’ gently on the wind."

"If you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's just one thing you need to know. And that's that you can't count on me."

"And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead. And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand."

"Now I live in the shadows where light is electric And time is a number that rests on a wall. And nobody knows me, My friends and my family, Are as far from this city as Washington Square."

"You open windows And you wait for someone warm to come inside. And then you freeze to death alone.This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time This dizzy life is just a hanging tree For me."

"Oh, where do we disappear? Into the silence that surrounds us And then drowns us in the end. Where all these people who impersonate our friends Say, “Come again, come again, come again…”"

"How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love) Makes me wanna turn around and face me, But I don't know nothing 'bout love, ohCome on, come on, Turn a little faster. Come on, come on, The world will follow after. Come on, come on, Because everybody's after love."

"And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, falling, falling The world begins to disappear The worst things come from inside here And all the king's men reappear For an eggman, fallin' off the wall Will never be together again No never be together again No no never never never again, uh huh What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway"

"Albert's always sincere, he's a sensitive type His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked If everything is nothing, then are we anything? Is it better to be better than to be anything?"

"They left the television screaming that the radio's on"

"Got no place to go But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila A bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I could fit right in"

"Fix your hair just right and put your jeans on tight wear a dress so I can get it off real easy cause I been thinkin' I'd like to see your eyes open up real wide the minute that you see me"

"I got a friend at the New Frontier. And Galen, she said: "This is not America. You need a girl with electrical hair, And the word you wanted was 'Aluminum'."

"Take some time before you go Think of Mondays coming down for the people that you knew and the one's that aren't around"

"It was cold when I awoke and the day was halfway done nearly spring in San Francisco and I still can't feel the sun"

"The gentleman caller in the blue suede shoes He don't know what to do He just wants to look good for you So he rushes in to tell you what he did today but he can't think of what to say I think you listen anyway. He wants to have a good time just like everybody He doesn't want to fall apart You watch him as he stutters over what to say It's just a little game you play"

"American girls, all weather & noise Playing the changes for all of the boys Holding a candle right up to my hand Making me feel so incredible If I made you cry, please tell me why Cause I'll try again if you let me try American girls all feathers & cream Come into bed so edible"

"You put your girl up on a pedestal Then you wait for her to fall I put my summers back in a letter And I hide it from the world All the regrets you can't forget Are somehow pressed upon a picture In the face of such an ordinary girl And when you sleep you find your mother in the night"

"On certain Sundays in November When the weather bothers me I empty drawers of other summers Where my shadows used to be And she is standing by the water As her smile begins to curl In this or any other summer She is something all together different Never just an ordinary girl"

"For all the things you're losing You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change I'm going down to Hollywood They're gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain"

"I am covered in skin; No one gets to come in. Pull me out from inside. I am folded and unfolded and unfolding, I am colorblind. Coffee black and egg white. Pull me out from inside. I am ready, I am fine."

"And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings."

"All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep"

"Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame And though I'll never forget your face, sometimes I can't remember my name"

"If dreams are like movies then memories are films about ghosts"