“I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED.
He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.”

“The birds can fly,
An' why can't I?”

“They always ask me the same questions. Where was I born? When did I start singing? Who have I worked with? I don't understand why they can't just talk to me without all that question bit.”

“Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.”

“Do you always ask me the same questions you ask him?"

"It depends on whether or not I get an answer.”

“When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.”

“In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.”

“Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?”

“Don’t you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.”