The whole town looks as if it had been left out in the rain too long and by mistake.

In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I already know, or knew, once.

Just because it's a rat race doesn't mean it's okay to be a rat.

People are pretty much alike. It's only that our differences are more susceptible to definition than our similarities.

Only dead fish swim with the stream all of the time.

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.