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Tiffanie DeBartolo Biography

Tiffanie DeBartolo (born November 27, 1970) is an American novelist, filmmaker, and co-founder of independent record label Bright Antenna. She has written two novels, God-Shaped Hole and How To Kill a Rock Star. She wrote and directed the film Dream for an Insomniac, featuring Jennifer Aniston, but which had a very limited release in 1996.

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And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.

Beating, Grief, Healing, Sorrows, Taken, Truth

I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath. “Sexy,” I said. “He looks like a rock star.

Jesus, Nice, Rock, Sexy, Stars, Took

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.

Dying, Man, Men, Save, Saving

I was having an epiphany. A moment of supreme clarity, leading to what I dubbed a “realization of solitude” that goes like this: I’m lonely. But when I left that girl in the window I was sure I’d never felt more godforsaken in my life. There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I’m guessing that once you’ve discovered this distinction you can’t go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.

Confinement, Emotional, Girl, Life, Lonely, Moment

Maybe I’m weak for music men. Maybe I’m weak, period. But I couldn’t deny I was charmed by his arrogant, fool-ish guise.

Arrogant, Charmed, Couldnt, Fool, Men, Period

No one commits suicide because they want to die.

Suicide, Suicidal, Want, Commits, Die

Isn’t it funny to think that this magnificent piece of matter is in a state of decay? Really, can you think of any other living thing that looks this glorious as it’s dying?

Dying, Glorious, Looks, Matter, State, Thinking

I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

Against, Folding, Messy, Rebelling

Just knowing you exist changed the world for me.

Changed, Exist, Knowing, Love, World

We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.

Children, Girl, God, People, Sex

I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.

Alloy, Art, Properties, Song, Transcendental, Wall

Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules

Mean, Nobody, Revolution, Rules

I didn’t write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.

Away, Song, Winning, Writing, Wrote

I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.

Good, Remember, Remembered, Stuff

If you want me you're going to have to come and get me.

Come, If You Want Me, Ifs, Want

The concept of time, as it’s commonly understood by normal people with normal jobs and normal goddamn lives, doesn’t exist on the road. The nights spread out like the dark, godforsaken highways that distinguish them, and the days run together like Thanksgiving dinner smothered in gravy. You never really know where you are or what time it is, and the outside world starts to fade away. It’s cool.

Concept, Dark, Distinguish, Godforsaken, Jobs, Running

I'm afraid of everything. Fear of being alone, fear of being hurt, fear of being made a fool of, fear of failure. . . Still, I think all my fears bleed from one big one.

Afraid, Alone, Fear, Fool, Hurt, Thinking

Everyone feels that void. Everyone who has the balls to look inside themselves, anyway. It's what life's all about. . A search.

Anyway, Balls, Looks, Search, Void

We grew apart. The thing is, we loved each other, and on some level we always will, but when you’re twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supercede any problems. Realizing that no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces.

Corrode, Falling In Love, Love, Love You, Think, Thinking

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

Ak 47, Heart, Know, Said, Soul

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