Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare?

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

But words are more powerful than anything.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

He loves the sparkling fountains and their cascades and says the strangest things as he watches them. they look like stars breaking. Or, They look like Mama's diamonds. Or, They look like all the souls in heaven.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.