His first album was about pain. His second — about her. His third — about pain again, because she never found out the second one w...

What do you mean... You're getting married?

Do you want me to let you go? I held you in my arms when you were dying of the plague. I caught your last breath when the sword ran you through. I saw you first in Athens, with paint on ...

She was a warm, pink light in a strange and overly serious world. And she decided to share that light with only one person. You.

«I'm afraid of oversleeping rehearsal. Not because I'd be late, but because they might realize how easy it is for them without me.»

«She wore silence like a second skin, and chose words for her songs with the same precision she applied her black eyeliner — sharply, uncompromisingly, permanently.»

«My biography? The American dream in reverse. I left behind the white picket fences, 'Sunday football,' and ear-to-ear smiles. I found dirt, noise, and people who don't lie from morning till...

«She lived every second as if Death itself were chasing her, and she had to manage to whistle a drum solo right into its ear...

«He wore his tenderness like a worn-out jacket — self-consciously, yet no longer knowing any other way.»

«A caged bird sings only when it believes it has an audience.»

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