And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?
The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?
One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
Quite like old times,' the room says.
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.