Stories to tell that aren't songs

Meeting Sean for breakfast was most certainly a good start to Last Day, even if he kept traumatizing the owner of Peranakan place by pulling terrible faces after tasting my lime juice, making her run anxiously over to us to offer syrup and I had to assure her that I was not being poisoned. Then a last lunch with my family where my grandpa was unusually chipper, running into the kitchen to behold the tiger prawns and of course ending by wringing my hand and telling me to eat my greens.
I've had three colourful weeks, but this has been the best one despite the rain, a drama of three acts. The second one ebbed somewhat due to the mysterious illness, but this one more than made up for it. These are the ones I leave behind and hence am able to take with me. Already I have changed, and people's hearts are more open as a result, and I have been able to hold on as well as grow closer.
London in spring and DC in summer are entirely wonderful motivations, but I know this has been a God-granted idyll and I must be ready to go back to the US where you can shake yourself off, blink, but never forget that there are different rules in this game. I now sound like I've swallowed a Driven guide, and I'm suddenly recalling adding entirely useless details to primary school compositions ("I don't freaking care that she's seen the (fictitious) movie Duel or that she felt the need to wear a pink gingham dress, it doesn't contribute to the plot, girl, the plot"), but I know what I mean to say.
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"Never trust a performer, performers are the best liars. They lie for a living. You're an actor, in a certain sense. But a writer is not a liar... I remember sitting, listening to my teacher in school talking about the great Irish poet William Butler Yeats. He had a writer's block - there was a period where he couldn't write. I put my hand up and said: "Why didn't he write about that?" - "Don't be stupid. Put your hand down, don't be so cheeky." But I didn't mean it as smart-arse. I have lived off that idea.
It is impossible to meet God with sunglasses on.
[Having a gift] is an end to laziness, it's an end to being a passenger on a train somebody else is driving.
The jungle is never far from the surface of our skin.
I might walk into an important office and people are looking at me as though I'm some sort of exotic plant. But after a few minutes, they don't see me. All they're hearing is the argument, and the argument has some sort of moral force that they cannot deny. It's bigger than you, and it's bigger than them."
- From Bono on Bono: Conversations with Michka Assayas
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