The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.

Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

That smile could end wars and cure cancer.

That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

It is worth it to leave behing my minor life for grander maybes.

My responsibility is to try to tell true stories. To me a true story is always hopeful, but never simply, uncomplicatedly happy.