How do I explain a life that has lasted for billions of years? It is almost as if I must start with an apology for being alive when everyone I once knew is dead.

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

Love me...I am not evil.

People are responsible for their actions, but not the fruits of their actions. Always do what you think is right, but don't worry if good does not always come from what you do.