A blackbird doesn't change its tune to suit the times.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window. Suave. Sultry. I'm neither of those things

I don't mind him not talking so much, because you can hear his voice in your heart; the same way you can hear a song in your head even if there isn't a radio playing; the same way you can hear those blackbirds flying when they're not in the sky