“StarsWitness to vows unspoken-Dream's baubleShattered-(Not that it mattered)One moment's gladness-Madness?Even the blindFindStars in the dirt-”

“dreams are madness, my dear. It's things that happen in the waking world, while one is asleep, that one would be glad to know the meaning of.”

“He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs...”

“I am no good alone. I need bonds, vows real if unspoken, shared laughter, and people who depend on me as I depend on them.”

“Some revelations came only with the sound of dirt falling on a coffin:the ones that mattered, the ones that made for regrets.”

“Does it matter?--losing your legs?...For people will always be kind,And you need not show that you mindWhen the others come in after footballTo gobble their muffins and eggs.Does it matter?--losing your sight?...There's such splendid work for the blind;And people will always be kind,As you sit on the terrace rememberingAnd turning your face to the light.Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?...You can drink and forget and be glad,And people won't say that you're mad;For they'll know that you've fought for your country,And no one will worry a bit.”