Depending on the reality one must face, one may prefer to opt for illusion.

People use people according to their own needs. Or don't use them. When a primary need is one of safety.

Life is not a series of pathetic, meaningles actions. Some of them are so far from pathetic, so far from meaningless as to be beyond reason, maybe beyond forgiveness.

He hangs on now, pressing his hand lightly against the wall, below the window, waiting for the familiar arrow of pain. Only there is none. An oddly pleasant swell of memory, a wave of warmth flooding over him, sliding back, slowly. It is a first

Rock isn't art, it's the way ordinary people talk.

Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.