I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.

We spent our lives making livings.

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

I'm less worried about accomplishment - as younger people always can't help but be - and more concerned with spending my time well, spending time with my family, and reading, learning things.

Memories are small prayers to God, if we believed in that sort of thing.