I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

Maybe I'll try to be more patient with morons.

Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's a very complicated question. He wrote, That's a very simple answer. I asked, Are you OK? He wrote, Some mornings I wake up feeling grateful.

I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness.

What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.