“Thank you for a lullaby last night. Thank you for the boy who sang it.”

“If you consistently say thanks, being grateful is easy.”

“Who do I get the feelingthis boy islost at sea? Just like me?”

“In the quiet of the night, Brooklyn baby tucked in tight.Close your eyes, everything's all right.Dreams will take you to the light.Like a star, you're lovely and bright.So sleep baby girl, sleep all night.”

“I see you.The real you.The you who fillips a coin, hoping to understandhow fate works:this choice or that choice,ultimately leaving youno choice at all.The you who smilesand tries to be happybecause that’s what people want you to be.”

“I don't know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.”

“There is somethingcomfortingabout a lighthouse.In the dark of the night,hold on to the light,and you’ll getback home safely.I need a personal lighthouse.”