It’s always that one song that gets to you. You can hide, but the song comes to find you.
Tonight, I feel like my whole body is made out of memories. I’m a mix-tape, a cassette that’s been rewound so many times you can hear the fingerprints smudged on the tape.
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.
What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
You lose a certain type of innocence when you experience this type of kindness. You lose your right to be a jaded cynic. You can no longer go back through the looking glass and pretend not to know what you know about kindness.
You have blundered into an adult existence you don’t understand, and you can’t tell whether you planned it this way or whether you screwed up big-time, though it’s too late either way.
I was a wallflower who planned to stay that way, who never imagined anybody else to be.
This is what they call “hitting rock bottom,” and they call it that because it rocks.
Renee used to say real life was a bad country song, except bad country songs were believable and real life isn’t.
Dog love is blind. For that matter, dog love is stupid.
But “ma’am” doesn’t translate in the North, where it just startles and offends.
I believe that when you’re making a mix, you’re making history.
You Like Music, I Like Music, I Can Tell We’re Going to Be Friends.
At that moment, I knew she was the girl for me. Of course, we’d already been going out for a few weeks, so I wasn’t, like, shocked or anything. But still, it’s never not nice to to keep realizing.
But bringing people together is what music has always done best.
I get sentimental over the music of the ’90s. Deplorable, really. But I love it all. As far as I’m concerned the ’90s was the best era for music ever, even the stuff that I loathed at the time, even the stuff that gave me stomach cramps.
When you stick a song on a tape, you set it free.
I will always love the Clash, because I loved them so much when I was fourteen, and I love how you can start a conversation with almost literally any dude about the Clash.
In the old days, when a star left a still-thriving hit show, they’d celebrate by killing him or her off. But ‘The Office’ dispatched Michael Scott in a crueler and more final way: they made him normal. Since we’re talking about Michael Scott, ‘normal’ might be stretching it, obviously.
Not being able to protect her from things was the most frightening thing I’d ever felt, and it kicked in as soon as we got together. With every year we spent together, I became more conscious that I now had an infinitely expanding number of reasons to be afraid. I had something to lose.