“I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.”

“I started carrying blank books like this one around, which I would fill with all the things I couldn't say...”

“No, I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it! Granted, granted that there is no flaw in all that reasoning, that all that I have concluded this last month is clear as day, true as arithmetic… . My God! Anyway I couldn't bring myself to it! I couldn't do it, I couldn't do it! Why, why then am I still … ?”

“Then I wanted to sick up the gluey pie I'd had before the start of the evening, But I couldn't stand the sort of veshch, sicking all over the floor, so I held it back.”

“I was asked to act when I couldn't act. I was asked to sing 'Funny Face' when I couldn't sing, and dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn't dance - and do all kinds of things I wasn't prepared for. Then I tried like mad to cope with it.”

“Maybe some things are better left broken and scatteredVeiled in darkness, secret bitterness and self-doubtI should have known betterThan to start something that I couldn't finishThat I couldn't care aboutThat I couldn't remember starting in the first placeI don't want to know youYou went years without meYou might as well keep going.”