We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Just remember that Dumbo didn't need the feather; the magic was in him.

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

You say true, I say thankya.

Ninety-eight percent of what goes on in people's heads is none of their smucking business.

What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, but because you think I should be. I look back on the way I was. A young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this old man is all that's left.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.