Everybody Needs His Memories. They Keep The

I Don't Know Exactly How It's Done. I Let It Alone A Good Deal.

Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

(socrates) Said There Were Only Two Possibilities. Either The Soul Is Immortal Or, After Death, Things Would Be Again As Blank As They Were Before We Were Born.

But There Are Things You Can't Consult Anybody About.

Anxiety Destroys Scale, And Suffering Makes Us Lose Perspective.