“Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.”

“I am sorry," I whispered. "I am sorry for all of the ways that I failed you. I am sorry that I was not there to save you, or to die alongside you. I am sorry that I have kept you with me for so long, trapped in my heart, bound in sorrow and remorse. I forgive you too. I forgive you for leaving me, and I forgive you for returning. I forgive you your anger, and your grief. Let this be an end to it.”

“I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.”

“I am learning to forgive my inner geek, and even value him as a free man.”

“Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.”

“It is supposed to be the truth." He stared at me and my breath caught in my throat. "If I were a better man, I would be able to show you the love and affection you deserve. As I am not, I can only offer you what I'm capable of giving. But I assure you, just because I do not show it, doesn't mean I do not feel it.”