There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

The critical lessons in life hold sway whether you like it or not.

Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.

Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.

There's really no such thing as an 'ex-cop' or a cop who's 'off-duty' or 'retired.' Once trained, once indoctrinated, a cop is always alert, assessing reality in terms of its potential for illegal acts.

There's a certain class of people who will do you in and then remain completely mystified by the depth of your pain.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.