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When you’re young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap, and sometimes you don’t leap at all because there’s not always someone there to catch you. And in life there’s no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?

You love someone, you open yourself up suffering, that’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. That’s the burden. Like wings they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly…

All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us.

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Q. Is there a 'cure' for a broken heart? A. Only time can heal your broken heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question?

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

A man sits with a pretty girl for an hour and it seems shorter than a minute. But tell that same man to sit on a hot stove for a minute, it is longer than any hour. That's relativity.

I'm sort of my own Mafia, you know, breaking my own knees.

Without art we are but monkeys with car keys.

All our young lives we search for someone to love,
someone who makes us complete.
We chose partners and change partners.
We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope
all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow
there is someone searching for us.