You got to go along to get along.

The truth isn't so simple. Death may be inevitable, but love is not. Love, you have to choose.

[He] had a hole in his soul, the kind the devil loves to find. It's like an open doorway for him, lets him enter in and do his wicked work.

What we can't speak, we say in silence.

What unimaginable luxury, never to wrestle with whether or why, never to lie awake nights wondering what if

I must start at the beginning, if I can find it. Beginnings are elusive things. Just when you think you have hold of one, you look back and see another, earlier beginning, and an earlier one before that. Even if you start with "Chapter One: I Am Born, " you still have the problem of antecedents, of cause and effect.

You got to go along to get along.