“Rodriguez: When my mother read Hunger of Memory, she was horrified by it and she asked me, as an accusation, "Why did you hold these things in all of your years against me, why didn't you tell me? If I offended you by talking about how dark you were in the summer why didn't you tell me that? And tell me to stop? Why do you hold that for another 25 years and then spill it all out?"”

“Why do you tell me you love me only when you're drunk or dreaming? she asked. I have awful timing, said Simon”

“Why didn’t you tell me there was danger? Why didn’t you warn me? Ladies know what to guard against, because they read novels that tell them of these tricks; but I never had the chance of discovering in that way; and you did not help me!”

“Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?”

“Goodness, my nose is enormous,' she exclaimed. 'Why didn't anyone tell me?”

“Over and over, when I ask God why all of these injustices are allowed to exist in the world, I can feel the Spirit whisper to me, "You tell me why we allow this to happen. You are my body, my hands, my feet."”

“Why do I get the feeling that if you give me a hard time, I'll tell all of our year-mates your family nickname is Meathead?”

“Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn
From the Tillamook burn
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die”

“Tell me, did you summon me just so you could beat the crap out of me? Or is there a more productive reason for why I’m here? (Eros)”

“Don't tell me I haven't been good to you.
Don't tell me I have never been there for you.
Don't tell me why
Nothing is good enough.”