Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.

And taking care of somebody else made me feel good. Like discovering you're more than you thought you were. More even than you hoped to be.

I wondered if a blessing is still a blessing if it lasts for only a little while.

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?

Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.