Love is a dream someone else had last night.

I want to rob lumber mills and hospitals with you, and just bewilder the hell out of people, the way love should.

I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.

Sometime when two people love each other, it's really unfortunate.

On days like this, I would just disappear if it weren't for you and your love, like nails in my feet.