Don't stop believing in miracles.

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it;s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie