“Why couldn't someone have patience for me?
Why couldn't someone be wise to my fears?
Tell me why couldn't somebody cry for me
This time? And if I should die, who'll be the first to cry?”

“Why couldn't she be part of that family? rent a room in someone else's life.”

“Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“Until I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.”

“If people would only realize when they ask me why I don't do a picture with him - they ask me that all the time, and were quite keen on it while I was in Hollywood - if they'd only realize that he's gone 'way ahead of me. Why I couldn't begin to keep up with him. I couldn't even reach the steps he throws away.”

“Someone tell me why my road
is eternally strewn with ashes.”

“I think maybe it is better to believe than not to believe. But I couldn't tell you why.”

“He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.”

“At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me.

I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then”

“I hated every minute of it and couldn't stop crying.”