But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words "please stay

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

All this hoping for nothing-or someone-that's maybe hopeless

It's the great male fantasy-all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know-this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.

The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.

Can we try to be wise with each other for a very long time?