You don't realize how little accuracy there is in network TV reporting until they cover a story in your hometown.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

It is sad when two people turn from the paths they’re traveling, and their paths go on to cross without them.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Each morning I gaze at the eastern horizon, and if the sun keeps its promise, I keep mine.

Without faith there is no truth, for that is all the truth is or ever was.

It is not happiness until you capture it and store it out of the reach of time.