The mountains sing at night.

There's nothing quite so sweet and standing on the porch singing in the open air.

You see a pair of eyes in the forest at night, and sure there's fear, but fear is thrilling. Your heart beating like that tells you you're alive, and that's louder than any fear of the opposite.

All the people I've ever liked were smartasses. The rest grew up to be hall monitors (or the equivalent).

“When you were young you needed something that you did not receive, and the proper attitude is mourning.” – Robert Bly