I Can Flirt With The Best Of

This Is Not Something Insignificant. This Is Real. This Is Happening, And This Is Ours.

The World Loves Stupid Labels. I Wish We Got To Choose Our Own.

There's No Way To Release Yourself From A Memory. It Ends When It Wants To End, Whether It's In A Flash Or Long After You've Begged It To Stop.

I'm Always Standing On The Edge Of Something Bad.

I Cannot Think Of A Single Word To Describe What We Feel. I Think We All Feel It, To Varying Degrees. Perhaps In Some Other Language There Is A Word For 'the World Is Terribly Wrong.' That Feeling Of Stun And Unbelief And Abandonment And Shock And Horror And Distress.