Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.

I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky

There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

Each time someone dies, a library burns.

At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us.