Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Talk less. Smile more. Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway....

[ELIZA]
You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals.

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.

If there is a Busta Rhymes of musical theater, it probably is Mandy Patinkin.