Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go... And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

The last time you're doing something - knowing you're doing it for the last - makes it even more alive than the first.

Home. It's being new and old all rolled into one. Measuring your new against old friends, old ways, old places, Knowing that as long as the old survives, you can keep changing as much as you want without the nightmare of waking up to a total stranger.

Contempt mates well with pity.

We get so caught up in what a man isn't. It's what he is that counts.

Old as he was, he still missed his daddy sometimes.

a star dies in heaven every time you snatch away someone's dream.