Tone of Taciturnity

 

Until then - I ain't even speakin your name

Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same

It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference

DOCTOR: Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.

MACBETH: Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet  oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?

DOCTOR: Therein the patient Must minister to himself.