Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

There's an old saying about truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.

That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.