“Love me!… Why?”

“She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything. That's why she's in love with me.”

“She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”

“She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave”

“Tell me why, must I fall in love with you?”

“I challenge you, instead of asking with an attitude of doubt, “If the Universe or God loved me, why would this bad thing have happened or be happening?” ask with an attitude of curiosity “Assuming the Universe or God loves me, why did this thing happen or why is it happening?””

“Which brings me to the question of why we always 'fall' in love. One falls down steps, off ladders, into rivers and down mountains. If love is so wonderful, why don't we soar in love or climb in love?”

“You're mean to me
Why must you be mean to me?
Gee, honey, it seems to me
You love to see me cryin”

“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”

“Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But - why did you kick me downstairs?”