“Underneath her kiss I was so unguarded
Every bottle’s empty now and all those dreams are gone
Ah, but the song carries on … so holy”

“Maybe the songs that we sing are wrong / Maybe the dreams that we dream are gone / So bring it on home and it won't be long / It's gettin' better man!”

“I was the walrus, but now I am John… and so my friends, you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.”

“Turn them on, turn them on,
Turn on those sad songs.
When all hope is gone,
Why don't you tune in and turn them on?They reach into your room,
Just feel their gentle touch.
When all hope is gone,
Sad songs say so much.”

“It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn't remember all the reasons it was wrong.”

“It's every man's dream to have a penis so large that he must hire a small boy to carry it.”

“Ah! love and song are but a dream,
A flower's faint shade on life's dark stream.”

“I kissed her neck and shoulders. I felt faint with loving her so much.”

“For tho' I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.”

“He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.”