The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
Memory, in my opinion, is a complete noodle. It hangs on the silliest things but forgets the stuff that really matters.
The hungry feeling and the lonely feeling merged until it was hard to tell them apart.
I realize that I will never fully understand the millions of bizarre ways that music brings people together.
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language.
What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant.
What I do is the truest mirror of who I am.
Stay calm. Take all of your mishaps and shanked irons in good humor.