“I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep. My breath made them stir, and they rocks took flight, the earth exploding… and my only thought was that I wanted you to see them, too.”

“The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.”

“Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.”

“So, so what?
I'm still a rock star,
I got my rock moves,
And I don't need you.
And guess what,
I'm having more fun.
And now that were done,
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright,
I'm just fine.
And you're a tool.
So, so what?
I am a rock star,
I got my rock moves.
And I don't want you tonight.”

“I know you're no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.”

“I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.”

“You see. I don't think any new thoughts. I think thoughts that other people have thought, and I rearrange them. But Sara, she thinks thoughts that never were before.”

“At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.”

“My hands were steady,
My eyes were clear and bright.
My walk had purpose,
My steps were quick and light.
And I held firm to what I felt was right.
Like a rock.”

“I took the first few years off and spent them recovering. I didn't even know what day it was or who I was anymore, so I made a conscious effort to end it all. I thought my days were numbered as a pop star anyway. My girlfriend and I had a daughter, I had some money, so I just took the time off to chill out.”