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

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

“I had figured out that it was a bad idea, but, well, it´s hard to argue with love, even when it´s making you do something really stupid.”

“Isn't it generally known that you have to overlook flaws in people you date, to some extent? I mean, you expect them to overlook your flaws. It's only fair that you overlook some of theirs.”

“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.”

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

“If you really like someone, it doesn't matter what their mouth feels or tastes like. The kiss is still awesome.”