Viola? Keep calling for me– And I’ll keep searching for you– And I’ll find you– You bet yer life on it– I’ll find you– Keep calling for me, Viola– Cuz here I come.

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

She looks at me. She does. She.

Guessing a thing ain't knowing a thing.

Everything that's happened has brought me here, to this place, with this knife in my hand, and something worth saving.

Except I didn't say eff