Only insofar as you enjoy being sorry, my dear, which, while it is a considerable amount, occurs only after the fact, thus making it a singularly ineffective deterrent, yes?

There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.