Love is like a forest I think as I kill trees by squandering toilet paper while decorating my ex girlfriends front yard.

And now Eric yelled into his mircophone were going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This ones for my girlfriend. Weve been going out for three weeks and damn our love is true. Were gonna be together forever baby. This ones called Bang You Like a Drum.

I love that you get cold when its 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when youre looking at me like Im nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And its not because Im lonely and its not because its New Years Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

She didnt belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And thats why she liked him-- because he just thought she was crazy.

If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs then yes I have loved a few people.

Thats what dreams are really like you know Theyre not full of melting clocks or floating roses or people made out of rocks. Most of the time dreams look just like the normal world. Its your feelings that tell you somethings off. Not your mind not your intellect not something as obvious as that. The only part of you that really knows whats going on is the part of you thats most a mystery. If thats not Surrealism I dont know what is.

In my dreams said Ender Im never sure whether Im really me.

When you are happy for other peoples dreams your dreams start jumping up with joy. Elizabeth was happy with Mary and her dream baby was jumping in her womb crazily for joy

I had a dream about you. I had a boomerang and you had a Frisbee. You asked if I wanted to play catch and I said yes. Then you stood around waiting for me to throw to you and I just looked at you like you were crazy because I had a boomerangand therefore I didnt need you to play catch. Geez youre as useless as the Central Bank.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.