I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine.
Fame and fortune, how empty they can be.
Little sister, don't you do what your big sister done.
When I was a boy, I always saw myself as a hero in comic books and in movies. I grew up believing this dream.
I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I'd love to be able to sleep. I'll probably not rest. I have no need for all this. Help me, Lord.
The walls have ears, ears that hear each little sound you make every time you stamp, throw a lamp.