Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when I'm lost and can tell nothing of this earth you will give me hope. And my voice you will always hear. And my hand you will always have. For I will shelter you. And I will comfort you. And even when we are nothing left, not even in death, I will remember you.

Who has never killed an hour?

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

Anger is one way to respond to fear. I say one way because responses are categorically multiple.