I've cried over string arrangements.
When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn't eat or sleep.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud: Under the bludgeoning of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.
I've probably cried with a lot of songs - in teenage crushes, adult crushes.
The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.
I've been on 'Oprah' a dozen times, and cried once.
