“She has a particular penchant for mentally noting how much I drink, how much I eat, how much exercise I get, and the like. These specifics all fall within her purview. So in truth, I don’t remember how much I drink; it's not my job.”
“. . . and what if I did drink too much? Whose business is that? Who knows how much I didn't drink?”
“I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.”
“I love you so, you are so much yourself!He is so afraid of his soul:no "I" now but she. She is now within me.And no "she" now but only my fragile "I"At the end of this song, how much I fear that my dreammay not see its dream in her.”
“There is one woman I’ve dated I just can’t seem to forget, no matter how much I drink or how many concussions I give myself.”
“How much of this truth can I bear to see and still liveunblinded?How much of this paincan I use?”