I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was

I Am; I Was. I Want To Be.

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

Well. That's Helpful. We'll Put An Apb Out On The Gingerbread Man. I'm Not Hopeful It'll Do Us Much Good, Though. Word On The Street Is You Can't Catch Him.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.

He Understood That The Ghost Existed First And Foremost Within His Own Head. That Maybe Ghosts Always Haunted Minds, Not Places. If He Wanted To Take A Shot At It, He’d Have To Turn The Barrel Against His Own Temple.