What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.
I wake up each morning wanting more of you. First, it was your lips, then it was your hands, now it is your heart. Now, it is always your heart.