“There is no land like the land of your childhood.”
“This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.”
“Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land.""Like me, then," I said."Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.”
“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”
“The land is green! Live your dreams.”
“We are not living in the land of the living and going to the land of the dying, but rather, we are living in the land of the dying and going to the land of the living.”