Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

Florida was a living tomb, she used to tell anyone who'd listen, an old-age home in the shape of a state, God's little waiting room, as she was fond of quoting.

No matter how grim things may seem, they always get better.

Perfect happiness is knowing that everyone I love is healthy, safe, and content.

The point is that we have no control. The point is that there are no guarantees, that we never know what's going to happen in life, but we can't give up. The point is that, fallible as we all are, we have to keep trying, we have to keep reaching out to others.

October was always the least dependable of months ... full of ghosts and shadows.

The sad truth is that truth is almost irrelevant in a court of law.