“I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.”

“It sounds silly, I know. But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie.Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.And sometimes, when you're trying to find your way, one of those gods actually shows up and gives you directions.”

“It's bad enough when people I know fuck with my life, but when pretentious bass players interfere with my destiny, then I really get pissed.”

“He was waiting for something from me. Acknowledgement. Validation. Commiseration, perhaps. I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of feeling any more than I already did.”

“You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself off a roof nine years ago. Do you ever think about things like that? Like, if either you or I wouldn’t have made it, where would the other one be right now? It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.”

“You try and act so tough, you think you're so damn hopeless and godless and faithless, but you don't fool me. People without hope aren't tormented by the world the way you are. People without hope don't give a shit. but I see it in you, in the way you look at things, even in the way you look at me sometimes, like I'm the coolest fucking guy in the universe, and I know it's in there. Reverence. Belief. Something. You have a lot more faith than you own up to. You just don't want to be let down. But I'm not going to let you down again. Not if I can help it.”

“Eliza, are you crying?” “No.” “Yes, you are. Shit, I'm sorry. I was only trying to cheer you up.” “You did. It's just that, well, sometimes happiness hurts.”