We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

I don't-" I shake my head. (...) "What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying.

So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live.

I'm done with those; regrets are an excuse for people who have failed.

That's what gets me through the day. Knowing that I could do it. That I'm strong enough to do it and I can get it done.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.