All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places.