“Your old home town's so far away, but inside your head there's a record that's playing, a song called 'Hold On”

“How far is too far? When you love a band so much that its songs fill the empty spaces inside your head and heart, is that too far?”

“It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed chairs and cars and toys and lamps and windows into billions of phonographs to play that song back into the ear of our broken heart.”

“And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right...There's no way that came from inside your head, you think. That's no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face.”

“If you’re from a town called Away, when you’re home, you’re Away. But when you’re away, you’re not home.”

“And when you play this song, hold your head high, motherfucker, don't ever look down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect”