“Writing is like having your teeth extracted. It only hurts while you're doing it.”

“So...like, you're lyin' on the battlefield with an arrow for a decoration, and everybody homes in on it like a beacon and they start pryin' it out WHILE you're conscious, and you're thinkin' "Ahh! Don't trouble yourselves, just leave it in there for goodness' sake! I got it first, it's mine! Don't touch it! I can use it to hang stuff on and--aahh!" And then when you finally faint from all the pain, they shake you and shout your name and try to wake you up, and you're thinkin' "Heeeeeeell no, I ain't comin' back to that! Why d'you think I fainted in the first place?!" Then they get all frantic-like and such and start hollerin' "Don't die on me, man!" and you're thinkin' "The only one gonna die here is you if you don't quit shaking me!”

“It may sound like a mess, but sometimes mess can be okay, mess can be fine. Sometimes mess is just another word for living your life as real you, not someone else's version of what they think you should be.”

“You don't know if something' going to suit you until you put it on.”

“How could someone so cool, so different be such a cliche when it came to love?”

“Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you writeAnd kind of turn themselves into knivesAnd don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear'Cause here we are, here we areAlthough you were biased, I love your adviceYour comebacks they're quick and probably Have to do with your insecuritiesThere's no shame in being crazy depending on how you take theseWords they're paraphrasing this relationship we're stagingAnd it's a beautiful mess, yes, it isIt's like we're picking up trash in dresses”

“It's just that I've never seen you care about anything in your life.'I zip my fly.And Michael goes, "I mean, I've watched you spend your while life not feeling bad about anything you're ever done.”