Time becomes very weird. Sometimes it seems as if the hours are rushing by in a blur, the moment of performance hurtling toward me. Other times the c… - Bruce Coville

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

"Then you're saying this theater isn't haunted?"
"I'm saying so what if it is?" said Edgar. "People have been saying the place is haunted for nearly fifty years now, and in all that time the ghost hasn't done one bit of harm. Why should she start now?"
"Maybe she doesn't like the script," Ken Abbott said.
"Thanks a lot, Ken," said Alan Bland.

I looked far and wide
For a heart to stay true,
I found it at last
When at last I found you.

Though I may wander
In paths far from you
I'll always return
To the heart that stays true.