Here I am flying high over enemy lines in my Sopwith Camel searching for the Red Baron. Who's that behind me? It's the Red Baron! He has me in his sights! Give my regards to Broadway.

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

I can hear my heart beating. I can hear my stomach growling. I can hear my teeth grinding and my joints creaking. My body's so noisy, I can't sleep.

There's nothing like unrequited love to take all the flavor out of a peanut butter sandwich.

Goodbys always make my throat hurt... I need more hellos.

I was jumping rope. Everything was fine. And then suddenly everything seemed so futile.

Why me, lord? Don't answer that!