“I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.”

“I live my life in the city / There's no easy way out / The day's moving just too fast for me"
I live my life for the stars that shine/People say it's just a waste of time.
In my mind my dreams are real
You're not down with who I am / look at you now, you're all in my hands tonight"”

“Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind”

“My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.”

“I know the moment isn't right
To tell the girl a comical line
To keep the conversation light
I guess I'm just frightened out of my mind.
But if that's how I feel
Then it's the best feeling I've ever known
It's undeniably real
Leave a tender moment alone.”

“Now don't ask me why I said that; it just came out. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind; quite beyond logic. But, there it is.”

“She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor.”

“My body feels young but my mind is very old
So what do you say / You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway / You're half the world away
I've been lost, I've been found / But I don't feel down”

“There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"
…
"Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.”

“When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes of witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.”