When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

If you really like someone, it doesn't matter what their mouth feels or tastes like. The kiss is still awesome.

When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.

Some of them are wearing skirts that I'm pretty sure are supposed to be belts.

Wow,” says Peter, “when your guidance counselor tells you to die, you really have problems.

Not that anyone minds--no one's paying attention to the music. Most of them never really listen to music. Practically no one actually does. Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing. I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it's like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world. They don't know what it's like when a song changes your life.

Let me get this straight," I say. "You're practically ordering me to die. What kind of guidance counselor are you?