Just when I nearly had the answer, I forgot the question.

I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.

If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion.

I can no longer face life, so I've decided to go through the rest of it backwards.

We can all learn from our failures. What I've learned is how much it hurts to fail.

We're still benefiting from the sacrifices of people long dead, but we're also suffering from their errors.

I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.