Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.

You can’t change the past, it just is

The weird thing about saying good-bye is that it never gets easier.

You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.

There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.

Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?