I mean, they're only the best punk band out there right now, named for the fucking apathy of a xenophobic fucking nation oblivious to the fucking terror its leaders wreak on the rest of the world beca...
I deciced if I were ever to get into booze and women, my line would be, 'Excuse me, madam, but I would really love to bed and muss you. . . . Are you perchance free this evening?
I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage...
Villains made no special guest appearances in our Once Upon A Time story games. They scared Laura and bored me, so instead we made up heroines with ghastly itchy skin but magnificent tresses of hair,...
The minute she left the apartment, I missed having her there. But as with all loves, I supposed, the consolation was in the fact that she’d be back.
I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and...
Get out of bed and feed me already, person!
You dueled? Lily askedYes. And if we do it again, it will be-DON'T SAY IT! Thibaud screamed.-a dual duel, I completed, with satisfaction.
Things change all the time, mostly in little ways.
That’s a nice quote, Langston said. Underline it and fold down the page for me, will you? I did as instructed.
People who want things to be perfect are always impossible to please. But that doesn’t mean we should stop trying. Even
People come to New York to be different,
I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep.
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no en...
When in doubt, ingest carbs.
There are certain things a girl just knows, like that a fourth minute on a punk song is a bad, bad idea,
Perhaps this was what was so unnerving about Lily at this moment—the trust that was required in what we were doing.
It's over when you decide it's over, Norah says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.
I inspect the notebook of CDs laying on the floor. There’s the usual suspects in there, Green Day and The Clash and The Smiths, yeah, but there’s also Ella and Frank, even Dino, some Curtis Mayfield a...
I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.