“I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head they over ran.But now, on unpretentious grounds...There's a grave with unearthed sand.You brought the color to my world,When I was content living in gray.But, now those colors are too bright,They tarnish all that they portray.I miss the thought of you, more than you...Because my thoughts left you unblemished.And I held on to them; with tenacious grip...But, like your honor, they diminished.For while my heart was sentient...You drug my name through the mire...And now when thoughts of you arise...They're just cinder in the fire.I miss the thoughts of you now...For in my head, you were amended...But, now in your place, Is a nameless face...Of a man who has descended.”

“You are always in my thoughts. When you were little, I knew your whereabouts at any given moment. Now that you are...off on your own, I still always know where you are, because I keep you in my heart.”

“I thought you were going to be a grey little man like most of us but you outshone us all. When your times comes, Guntram, you could look Death in the face and tell her, 'I go now but how I lived my life!”

“I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.''Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.”

“...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.”

“I missed you all my life,” Kylie said. “Ididn’t know I missed you, but I know it now. You were supposed to bethere.”