every time we lie awake, after every hit we take / every feeling that i get, but i haven't missed you yet.

promise me you won't carry the doubt.

though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.

stars that burn the brightest fall so fast and pass you by (spark like empty lighters).

when butches cry, they weep, they wail, they gnash their teeth and moan / strong woman's pain, it's just the same, except it's mostly done alone.

change is what keeps the galaxy spinning. it’s what makes it beautiful.

i knew nothing of friendship before we met. and i will always consider you such.

feels like it’s been forever since i had my shit together.

can i waste all your time here on the sidewalk? can i stand in your light just for a while?

woman or man: they are outraged that i confuse them. the punishment will follow. the only recognition i can find in their eyes is that i am ‘other.’ i am different. i will always be different. i will never be able to nestle my skin against the comfort of sameness.

may the force be with you. always.

i knew nothing of friendship before we met. and i will always consider you such.

fill your heart with smoke.

may the force be with you. always.

his eyes upon your face / his hand upon your hand / his lips caress your skin—it’s more than i can stand!

i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

i’m just not cut out for being a princess, i’m afraid. pirating's much more my style.

when butches cry, they weep, they wail, they gnash their teeth and moan / strong woman's pain, it's just the same, except it's mostly done alone.

the laws of the universe mean nothing!

feels like it’s been forever since i had my shit together.

nobody has ever quite seen my soul (except for maybe god, but i think that is one of his many regrets).

there is no emotion, there is peace. / there is no ignorance, there is knowledge. / there is no passion, there is serenity. / there is no chaos, there is harmony.

something's fishy about this place, and it ain't cod...

tell me what you cherish most. give me the pleasure of taking it away.

if home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked.

if you love me, henry, you don't love me in a way i understand.

but i’m nothing more than a puppet—something that somebody created.

i’m restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs.

at best, you’re the untamed hero; at worst, you offend people wherever you go.

why are you walking away? was it something i did? did i make a mistake?

i can be manipulated only so many times / before even “i love you” starts to sound like a lie.

is it worth the journey, or do i let my heart settle here?

am i better off dead? am i better off a quitter?

they say all good things have an end, so will it be heartbreak or death?

i know we've seen a lot of sunsets, but today's puts them all to shame. if only things stayed like this.

i have a bad feeling about this!

if you love me, henry, you don't love me in a way i understand.

can i waste all your time here on the sidewalk? can i stand in your light just for a while?

when did we begin to bleed gold?

we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

nobody has ever quite seen my soul (except for maybe god, but i think that is one of his many regrets).

live well, my friend. live gloriously.

i will not always be strong. i will not be afraid to recognize when i am weak.

i don't want to be just another fighter without fire, nothing to inspire.

fill your heart with smoke.

though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.

every time we lie awake, after every hit we take / every feeling that i get, but i haven't missed you yet.

i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

don’t you put any stock in this destiny hogwash! let the dead whine about their fate. as long as i draw breath, i choose to keep fighting! that's what life is all about!