And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?
He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next
Before you kill somebody, make absolutely sure he isn't well connected. So it goes.
There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.
They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
All this happened, more or less.
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.