Of course you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart: in the twentieth century grief lasts at most a year.

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.

And don't forget, a prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

Only Love Can Break Your HeartSummer, you’re unwelcome in my room,leave me be, overwhelmed by grief. Drunk on whiskey from The Pharaoh’s Tomb I’m weak as a pacifist, I’m eaten alive by jealousy, only god knows why. Just like only god knows why Alan said coming out is fab and brilllike falling in love.Summer, be gone! Alan’s gone. Family and friends are gone. Neil Young is right: Only love can break your heart.My heart is unmendable. I am forever in my room, heartbroken, and nobody is there, forever spending my days killing time until time kills me.

Once in a stately passion / I cried with desperate grief,/ 'O Lord, my heart is black with guile,/ Of sinners I am chief.'"