He Was Like A Song I'd Heard

I Didn't Say To Act Dead. I Said Act Helpless.

If You Have Experienced An Evening More Exciting Than Any In Your Life, You're Sad To See It End; And Yet You Still Feel Grateful That It Happened.

Here's The Thing: This Eel Spends Its Entire Life Trying To Find A Home, And What Do You Think Women Have Inside Them? Caves, Where The Eels Like To Live...when They Find A Cave They Like, The Wriggle Around Inside It For A While To Be Sure That...well, To Be Sure It's A Nice Cave, I Suppose. And When They've Made Up Their Minds That It's Comfortable, They Mark The Cave As Their Territory...by Spitting.

I Don't Think Any Of Us Can Speak Frankly About Pain Until We Are No Longer Enduring It.

Grief Is A Most Peculiar Thing; We’re So Helpless In The Face Of It. It’s Like A Window That Will Simply Open Of Its Own Accord. The Room Grows Cold, And We Can Do Nothing But Shiver. But It Opens A Little Less Each Time, And A Little Less; And One Day We Wonder What Has Become Of It.