The place looks like a warehouse and the crowds of people remind me of earlier in my life, flashes of memories dashing before my eyes. Halee asks me something and I look at her, swallowing, "What?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind