Accept Who You Are; And Revel In

Holding On To Things Only Breaks Your Heart.

And I Suppose Tapes Are A Desperate Attempt To Steal Something From Death's Suitcase.

You Know What Really Offers You Satisfaction? Offering Others What You Have To Give.

But Common Sense Has No Place In First Love And Never Has.

He Never Spoke Of That Night Again, Not To Your Mother, Not To Anyone Else. He Was Ashamed For Her, For Mickey, For Himself. In The Hospital, He Stopped Speaking Altogether. Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge. His Thoughts Still Haunted Him.' ~pg 139