Mice? Fine. Flying Mice? Not So Fine.

And It's The Funniest Thing: As Soon As I See It, The Whistling In My Ears Stops And The Feeling Of Terror Drains Away, And I Realize This Whole Time I Haven't Been Falling At All. I've Been Floating.

I Guess That’s Just Part Of Loving People: You Have To Give Things Up. Sometimes You Even Have To Give Them Up.

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear

Amor Deliria Nervosa Isn't A Disease Of Love. It's A Disease Of Selfishness.

He's Stuck With Me And I'm Stuck With Him. We're Stuck. That's What Growing Up Is All About, I Guess.