It was only the matter of a new voice. Nobody listened to an old voice anymore. Old voices became a part of one's self, like a fingernail.

I was in love again. I was in trouble

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

There's music in everything, even defeat

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.