I want you to laugh and cry. That's what I do.
I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.
If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.
Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.
Prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into.
Sometimes I just cry at random stuff!
You cry and you scream and you stomp your feet and you shout. You say, 'You know what? I'm giving up, I don't care.' And then you go to bed and you wake up and it's a brand new day, and you pick yourself back up again.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.