“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life
How silly to write a song for a deaf old man. As professor emeritus, you ought to know why it hurts, We act according to our needs, all because of an extraordinary logic, thanks for coming with me.