There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.

Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.

The King walks. He nods. His glance is like God's touch - under it all things spring to life. A wave of his hand and a hundred musicians tear into the Handel, making a sound you've never heard before, and never will again. A sound that goes through you, through flesh and bone, and reorders the very beat of your heart.

Yeah. Sure. My brother's dead. My mother's insame. Hey, let's have a crepe.

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.

The world goes on, as stupid and brutal as tomorrow as it was today. And though I am shuddering with pain, and twisting with pain, and sobbing with pain, i laugh.Because I know now. I know the answer. I know the truth. Oh,dead man, you are dead wrong, I tell him.Can't you see? The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I [do not. I do not.]

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.