The past is obdurate.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

It's best to have your tools with you. If you don't, you're apt to find something you didn't expect and get discouraged.

May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

Semi-facetiously, when people ask me why I write these kinds of stories, I simply say that I was warped as a child. And, there is some truth to that.

This is a dreadful thing to say, but I have wondered in my darker hours that, if everything were legal, wouldn't it be kind of a Darwinian solution to a lot of problems? Who are the bikies that you see who are cruisin' around with no helmet or with a hat turned around like that yoyo in Cheap Trick? They're dummies, and if they splatter their brains all over the sidewalk, they're not going to be collecting food stamps.

Memories are contrary things; if you quit chasing them and turn your back, they often return on their own.