Memories come back, pressing in on you, like ghost faces in the darkness pushing up the glass, trying to get into the lit room.

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

But you still need the two: the dark and the light. You can't see one without the other.

Change & transformation. That kind of magic.

There are lots of different ways grown-ups disappear. It's lonely being the one left behind.

There's this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.

Some things get lost others return. That is how it is: the way of things.

You're not really in control, not with this falling-for-people stuff. You don't plan who you're going to fall in love with. It's all random - chance accidents of time and place.

...writers are often the worst judges of what they have written.

It seems to be a law of human nature that those who live by the sea are suspiciousof swimmers, just as those who live in the mountains are suspicious of mountainclimbers.

The person who knows how to enjoy their own company knows the most important thing.

It's called publishing. It's how smart people install new ideas into other peoples brains.

I know what you're doing, though.""I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it entirely.

You have to just look at it like Titanic: I know the ship sinks, but this is a love story

It's terrifying to show incomplete footage.

Then there is the way that was taught two thousand years ago - of overcoming evil with good, which is my way, the way Jesus taught. Never loose faith: God's way is bound to prevail in the end.

This is getting ugly.” – Abigail “Like my great-aunt’s underpants.” – Sundown

I'm going to listen to John Elway. He knows what he's talking about.