That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.

Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.

People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.

When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.