What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

Most things don't stay the way they are for very long. I take nothing for granted and try to be ready for the change that's soon to come.

Fear and hope are alike underneath.

Paul Ryan, he is the real evil genius of the Republican party. He with his little hateful widow's peak and his smirky, snarly, simpering non-entity self, that's who I detest. Trump's just a moron, but Ryan is ugly and evil.

It is right that you have to have a tolerance for solitude. But when that solitude bears fruit, you can abandon it. You can be in the company of others.

I've been mainly a happy boy in my life. I married the right girl and we did what we wanted to do.

For, how else to seize such an instant? How to shout out into the empty air just the right words, and on cue? Frame a moment to last a lifetime?