“You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."

You aregoing to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?"

You would've done the same for me.”

“You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

“One question," I said. "Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?"
"No," he said. "It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too."
"I'll take that as a yes," I said.”

“You caught mum chasing dad with a knife
You ran away to escape from the fights
Now you're lost in a maze of neon light
And she's worried, he's worried, she's worried, oh…”

“You don't die. You just… get really angry and then after you're angry you hurt a lot and then the best thing is that one day you remember something she said or did and you laugh instead of crying.”

““What are you doing here?” I asked at last.
“Probably the same thing you are.”
“What’s that?”
She looked serious. “Why don’t you tell me?”
I went back to my knife. “Sharpening my machete.”
“I'm sharpening my mind,” she said. “There is something to be done that will require an edge on both.””

“I was walking home the other night, and I was thinking about it, and do you worry that when you're old you will be on your own?”

“Take my hand when you are worried
Take my hand when you're alone
Take my hand and let me guide you
Take my hand to lead you home.”

“You're all the world to me. Whenever i can't see you… I die a little.”

“It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world,
Which you can read and care for just so long,
But presently you feel that you will die
Unless you get the page you're readin' done,
An' turn another—likely not so good;
But what you're after is to turn 'em all.”