“My voice tells me: “That’s how it all is.” And the echo of my voice tells me: “That’s how you are.””

“I have never heard you complain: "You promote me to be the future master of myself and the world, but you don't tell me how one is to be the master of oneself, and you don't tell me the mistakes in my thinking and my actions."”

“tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!”

“Don't tell me how to write my novel. Don't tell me you've got a better ending for it. I have no time for that.”

“I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.”

“Hold me close and tell me how you feel
Tell me love is real.”

“Tell me how to be in this world
Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt
Tell me how 'cause I believe in something
I believe in us”

“It annoys me how pretty my voice is…that sounds incredibly immodest, but it annoys me how polite it can sound when perhaps what I'm singing is deeply acidic.”

“Something in your voice tells me we approach the question of remuneration.”

“Tell me how you read and I'll tell you who you are.”