So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

"You let me go," I say. "I'll show you all about how I'm gonna <i>transform</i> you."

Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

Close enough so I can see the smile, a smile I know full well, a smile that clubs, a smile that beats, a smile that dominates.

Come in, — come in! and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have never seen the like of me before!

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

If you walk across my camera I will flash the world your story.

A storyteller puts a friendly arm around the audience, saying: “Let me show you something.

Speak, so that I may see you.

I’ll indulge you and look at the pictures.

Come when thou will: I shall meet thee bravely.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.

If you can't say anything nice about anyone else, come sit next to me.