“Life was just a tire swing.'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing.Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken,And I never knew a thing about pain.Life was just a tire swing.”
“It’s a sex swing. I figured you were getting tired. This will make my mad sex skills easier on your body.”
“I was tired of secrets, tired of seeing things I was not supposed to see. And so I just cried.”
“You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.”
“If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired”
“He smiled, which was not at all what she'd expected. It wasn't just a polite smile, either. It was the kind that made her want to sit on the front-porch swing, if she'd had a swing, and hum romantic songs from the thirties, those terrific old songs that talked about red sails in the sunset and the glory of love.”