“Let me get this straight," I say. "You're practically ordering me to die. What kind of guidance counselor are you?”

“Wow,” says Peter, “when your guidance counselor tells you to die, you really have problems.”

“What are you eating?" he ask us."Whatever won't kill me, please" I said."Whatever don't kill you'll make you stronger" says Eddie, who is always ready with folksy wisdom."All right," I say. "Then give me whatever will make me stronger.""One pizza, coming up.”

“Not that anyone minds--no one's paying attention to the music. Most of them never really listen to music. Practically no one actually does. Even at concerts people pay good money for, instead of a three-dollar cover charge, they talk through the whole thing. I feel sorry for them, since none of them understand what it's like to have a song just get into your soul and become your whole world. They don't know what it's like when a song changes your life.”

“Whenever I start thinking about death, it always cheers me up to think about my funeral and my tombstone (which, by the way, will say "Here lies Harlan Sturr. Please don't pee on him.") ”

“There a lot of things I can't do," he says. "With my... health.""Well," I say, "can you kiss girls?”

“When you're dead, everything in the world is like a song that makes you cry.”