Hey, Lydia. You’ve been right every time something like this has happened, okay? So don’t start doubting yourself now.
No scent. No bomb. And I got you in trouble.
Okay, look. Barrow was there. All right? You knew it. You felt it. Okay? And look, if you wanted to, I’d go back to that school right now and search all night just to prove it.
'Besides, it doesn't matter if it's real. It never does with dreams. They aren't anything anyway but lifesavers to cling to so you don't drown. Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat.” The spectacular Now.
“If only I had a daughter, with skin as white as snow,
with hair as black as ebony
and lips as red as blood..”