I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
I suppose you set up reading the Good Book all night-spoken by Woodrow Call
A man that will go along with six killings is making his escape a little slow.
You know Deets is like me - he's not one to quit on a garment just because it's got a little age - spoken by Augustus McCrae
From him to the stars, in all directions, there was only silence and emptiness.
Maybe you can make art out of unredeemed pain, but only if you're a genius -- Dostoyevsky perhaps.