“With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.”

“And no reason to talk about the books I read but I still do...”

“I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.”

“And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.”

“When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.”

“I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you're evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry.”

“I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.”