I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world.
It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.