I shot you, all right," he said, "and you lost something, but you gained something as well. You just don't know it yet. I gained something, too." What?" I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.

Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

It's like going back to being a child again. Someone to bathe you. Someone to lift you. Someone to wipe you. We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, It's just remembering how to enjoy it.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

Courage is confused with picking up arms and cowardness is confused with laying them down.