“I've heard people say that they lose themselves in a kiss. But in that moment, it was the opposite for me. I felt like I found myself. Not how I wished I was, or who I was afraid I was becoming, but who I really was.”

“Are you sure you're okay?" she asks. "Should I call 911 or something?""I'm totally fine," says Rob. "It's going to take a little while to recover, I think. It was like ... an orgasm... times a hundred." He sighs again, and continues to lie on the table."Really?" says Jael. "Like a ..." she isn't sure how she feels about that at all.”

“He would talk about how important all music was. How it took us--not just the people who played it but the people who heard it--to a place above the normal boring world.”

“- "Sometimes I think people would believe in aliens before they'd believe in demons"- "That's how it is, now!”

“Because sometimes I was tired of feeling so much and I just wanted to shut down and not feel anything. But I guess I wasn't wired that way. All I could do was write about it. Get it out of my head and onto something like paper that I could manage easier.”

“I just feel like we understood each other.""Oh," says Rob, and nods kind of stiffly."Wait," says Jael. "Are you, like, jealous of a telepathic ram?”

“I tried to look at writing a song almost like solving a mystery. The song was there, buried somewhere in my brain. All I had to do was follow the clues until I figured it out.”