There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.
If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.
I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.
I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?
This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.
That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.
No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.
Waste today, want tomorrow...
They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.
And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you've ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you know? That makes you want to scream and jump up and down and break stuff and cry...
Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.
It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.