I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now...if she is somewhere. It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.

You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal?... A plan.

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?

I wondered about the explorers who'd sailed their ships to the end of the world. How terrified they must have been when they risked falling over the edge; how amazed to discover, instead, places they had seen only in their dreams.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

so i do what i do best. i move in the opposite direction.