I can’t hear music. The lyrics become skewed. Then they’re about you. I can’t read. The plots are ours. And they’re yours. I can’t daydream. My mind is ...
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear. — John Patrick, The Curious Savage
