“I'll even let her tie me to a chair if it'll make her feel better.”

“Put some fiddle in the middle, it'll make it better. Warm your heart like an old love letter. Make you feel like the day you met her.”

“It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.”

“I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.”

“Can't let the music stop,Can't let this feeling end,'Cause if I do,It'll all be over,And I'll never see you again!”

“What do--" Tobias's voice. Tobias! "Oh my God. Oh--" "Spare me your blubbering, okay? Peter says. "She's not dead; she's just paralyzed. It'll only last for about a minute. Now get ready to run." I don't understand. How does Peter know? "Let me carry her," Tobias says. "No. You're a better shot than I am. Take my gun. I'll carry her.”