“I like to slip out in the middle of the night and take my Lamborghini and drive it really fast on the highway. There’s a particular one close to my house in Pasadena. I just roll down the windows, and it’s kind of like I just slip into the night.”

“Trying to predict the future is like trying to drive down a country road at night with no lights while looking out the back window.”

“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”

“Just like a feeling that you're sending out,
I pick it up.
But I can't let you go.
If I let you go,
You slip into the fog…”

“I pull you close but when we kiss I can feel a doubt.
I remember back when we started,
My kisses used to turn you inside out.
I used to drive you to work in the morning;
Friday night I'd drive you all around.
You used to love to drive me wild,
But lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down.”

“And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass”

“Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
It's just you and I my friend.
My clothes don't fit me no more.
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.”

“I just let it roll. Like a hot turd down a hill.”

“Be. If I could be Jesus for just a day and have it my way, if I
Could be perfect, like the light — Jesus for a night and have
It my way — if I could be Atop my mountain a phenomenon — when I walk on water I am
Complete, at peace and I'd make it so you'd be just like me.”

“I turned the pages so fast. And I suppose I was, in my mindless way, looking for a something, version of myself, a heroine I could slip inside as one might a pair of favourite shoes.”