“Now that I've said this, I can't help but say more, can't help but speak the words that have been gathering in my head like dark clouds before the storm, building pressure and growing, and rolling over themselves in chaos.”
“...repeating helps people get over sorrow. Otherwise the words build up in you, a lamentation, and you can't stop grieving.”
“For other people, I can't speak - but, personally, I haven't gotten wise on anything. Certainly, I've been through this and that; and when it happens again, I say to myself, Here it is again. But that doesn't seem to help me. In my opinion, I, personally, have gotten steadily sillier and sillier - and that's a fact.”
“Help those who can't help themselves.”
“One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can't help but think of the good times we're having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c'mon now honey.”
“I can't, I can't, I can't help hearing, I can't help seeing. I can't help it unless I run away.”