I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.

It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

There are all these people here I don't know by sight or by name. And we pass alongside each other and don't have any connection. And they don't know me and I don't know them. And now I'm leaving town and there are all these people I will never know.

I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

Next to music beer was best.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?