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

Like the Bible tells us, when a man will lay down his life for a friend, well, then there ain't no greater love in this here world than that.

Keep in mind that life produces no maestros, only students of varying shades of ineptitude.

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

It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period—days or weeks—without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next.

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

Maybe...in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe...maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it's a little like life. I mean it's powerful going down and that doesn't even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.