People Come To New York To Be

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.

Better To End This Dream Before It Becomes A Nightmare.

We Believe In The Wrong Things. That's What Frustrates Me The Most. Not The Lack Of Belief, But The Belief In The Wrong Things. You Want Meaning? Well, The Meanings Are Out There. We're Just So Damn Good At Reading Them Wrong.

Be Careful What You’re Doing, Because No One Is Ever Who You Want Them To Be. And The Less You Really Know Them, The More Likely You Are To Confuse Them With The Girl Or Boy In Your Head

Because I Withered Under The Glare Of An Actual Invitation, I Was A Firm Believer In Preventive Prevarication--in Other Words, Lying Early In Order To Free Myself Later On.