We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either.

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.