I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

Only dead leaves allow the wind to blow them to and fro.

Other people's heads are too wretched a place for true happiness to have its seat.

No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green.

I became conflicted in my late teens.

If you want to be different nowadays, just act normal.

Sweet smells are sometimes used to cover foul ones.

Give me a one-handed economist! All my economists say, On the one hand on the other.

I don't pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself. I go to church only to show the old hens they don't get me down.

That past is still within our living memory, a time when neighbour helped neighbour, sharing what little they had out of necessity, as well as decency.

It's understanding the intention of a composer that allows a producer and an arranger to make those moments speak