“In the summerI stretch out on the shoreAnd think of you. Had I told the seaWhat I felt for you,It would have left its shores,Its shells,Its fish,And followed me.”

“It's not about something i have felt, It's about my life;it's not about something that i have not, Its' about something inside me;It's not about that i am gonna cry It's about something that i have no tears left;It's not about something that i love you, It's about you don't..”

“The center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me.”

“You think that what I've told you is an anecdote. But really it isn't. It's my whole life. It's the only story I have.”

“You have your whole life ahead of you," my mother told me, "don't spend all your time in the past." It's good advice, I know it is, but the past has its own ideas. It can follow you around with a life of its own, casting a long shadow.”

“I think you're a taker. You've always been one. It's like God left some part of you out when He built you inside of me.”