"I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still there. Do I believe the world's still there? Is it still out there?... Yeah. We all need mirrors to remind ourselves who we are. I'm no different...."
"Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet my darling young one?
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, its' a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard... it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall"