“Did you think that your feet had been boundBy what gravity brings to the ground?Did you feel you were trickedBy the future you picked?Well, come on down”

“Climbing up on solsbury hillI could see the city lightWind was blowing, time stood stillEagle flew out of the nightHe was something to observeCame in close, I heard a voiceStanding stretching every nerveI had to listen had no choiceI did not believe the informationJust had to trust imaginationMy heart was going boom boom, boomSon, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.To keeping silence I resignedMy friends would think I was a nutTurning water into wineOpen doors would soon be shutSo I went from day to dayTho my life was in a ruttill I thought of what Id sayWhich connection I should cutI was feeling part of the sceneryI walked right out of the machineryMy heart was going boom boom boomHey, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.Yeah back homeWhen illusion spin her netIm never where I want to beAnd liberty she pirouetteWhen I think that I am freeWatched by empty silhouettesWho close their eyes, but still can seeNo one taught them etiquetteI will show another meToday I dont need a replacementIll tell them what the smile on my face meantMy heart was going boom boom boomHey, I said, you can keep my things, theyve come to take me home.”

“In your eyes I am complete.”

“Some good things did come out of France, but the place has become unbearably Gaulish don’t you think?”

“There were pools of light among the stacks, directly beneath the bulbs which Philip had switched on, but it was now with an unexpected fearfulness that he saw how the books stretched away into the darkness. They seemed to expand as soon as they reached the shadows, creating some dark world where there was no beginning and no end, no story, no meaning. And if you crossed the threshold into that world, you would be surrounded by words; you would crush them beneath your feet, you would knock against them with your head and arms, but if you tried to grasp them they would melt away. Philip did not dare turn his back upon these books. Not yet. It was almost, he thought, as if they had been speaking to each other while he slept.”

“your the inspiration bring feeling into my lifei wanna have you near menow i need you more than ineed you”

“The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future.”