How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.

Sorry is the Kool-Aid of human emotions. It's what you say when you spill a cup of coffee or throw a gutter ball when you're bowling with the girls in the league. True sorrow is as rare as true love.

If a fear cannot be articulated, it can't be conquered.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

As we get older, our fears, in some way, sharpen and become more personal, because we can no longer - let's say take a book like "It" or maybe "Christine," and say these are make-believe fears.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.