“Needle and thread flesh and boneSpit and sinew, heartbreak is home.Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamondsBright stars to light my confinement“Stitch,”

“Rock star. The words are so full of smoke and mirrors that it's impossible to find a real person behind them. But I am a rock star. I have the bank account of a rock star and the platinum records of a rock star and the girlfriend of a rock star. But I fucking hate that term, and hearing Mia pin it on me ups the level of my loathing to a new stratosphere.”

“(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.”

“The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the badWhispers in my ear :"Better of Dead"Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regretKisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat"boo!”

“Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.”

“And then Adam Wilde shows up at Carnegie Hall on the biggest night of my career, and it felt like more than a coincidence. It felt like a gift. From them. For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.”

“How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?”