in dreams it is often the case that the greatest extravagances seem bereft of their power to astonish and the most improbable chimeras seem commonplace.

You have my whole heart. You always did.

Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.

Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.

You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.

It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.