[Dust doesn't hit the mirror with the side of his fist hard enough to break it -- but the sentiment is there, nonetheless.]
I don't know what all this is about. [The quieter his voice gets, the more it carries.] But whatever your troubles are, they're not worth this much grief.
Mirrors
I don't know what all this is about. [The quieter his voice gets, the more it carries.] But whatever your troubles are, they're not worth this much grief.