...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

All that counts is the truth. Without it you're basically just juggling people's daft ideas.

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?" She taps the side of her head. "Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.