Everything's Been Said, But It

Everything's Been Said, But It Needs Saying Again.

I Knew I Wanted To Be A Writer And I Knew If I Had A Wife And Family, I Would Neglect Something, And I Was Afraid It Wouldn't Be The Writing.

I Wanted To Be A Writer. I Wanted To Say Something About Home.

I Like The Sound Of People's Voices, And I Think What A Man Says Can Very Well Tell What He's Thinking, Whether He's Lying Or Not.

We Looked At Each Other, And I Could See In Those Big Reddened Eyes That He Was Not Going To Scream. He Was Full Of Anger - And Who Could Blame Him? - But He Was No Fool. He Needed Me, And He Wanted Me Here, If Only To Insult Me.