Your Neck. I Want To Kiss It.

The Dream, Alone, Is Of Interest. What Is Life Without A Dream?

Roxane: His Face Is Like Yours, Burning With Spirit And Imagination. He Is Proud And Noble And Young And Fearless And Beautiful- Cyrano:(losing All His Colour.) Beautiful! Roxane: Yes. What's Wrong? Cyrano: With Me? Nothing. It's Only... Only... (displaying His Bandaged Hand, With A Little Smile.) This Fatal Wound.

A Kiss, When All Is Said, What Is It? An Oath That's Given Closer Than Before; A Promise More Precise; The Sealing Of Confessions That Till Then Were Barely Breathed; A Rosy Dot Placed On The I In Loving.

I Would Die At The Stake Rather Than Change A Semi-colon!

How Obvious It Is Now--the Gift You Gave Him. All Those Letters, They Were You... All Those Beautiful Powerful Words, They Were You!.. The Voice From The Shadows, That Was You... You Always Loved Me!" Roxanne