The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
In the years since, I've discovered there's a lot to be said for boredom.
The loss of memory isn't always the problem; sometimes--maybe even often--it's the solution.
My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.
Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.