And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

In spite of the problems he was having he was going on with his life. There are thousands who don’t or won’t or can’t and plenty of them aren’t in prison either.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

It's time for the wealthy to pay their fair share before the middle class becomes the forgotten class.- And it's time for the banks to give back what they were given. There are those in politics, particularly those on the conservative side, who can't get enough of telling people that the wealthy one per cent must not be taxed because doing so kills jobs. The real job-killers are corporate greed and political expediency. It's time for working people in Maine and all across the country to take back the American dream.

Nobody lives forever, but we all shine on.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.