Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

The bad news is we don't have any control. The good news is we can't make any mistakes.

We're the culture that cried wolf.

I didn't use anybody's story. I used the context and the structure of the situation. People were so, so desperate to tell their story and begin to digest their experience - like turning it into a story - that after the fist few weeks I could go with a pad and pencil and take notes. People didn't seem at all bothered by that.