There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

Awake my soul and my spirit.

It's madness the sheep to talk peace with the wolf

I wish there were more good new bands that would light a fire and offer a little friendly competition that would be welcomed.

You don't spend your money while you're making it. You don't have time.

The people like the American Legion Post that gave us a chance to play. A place to play and a chance to play.

No matter what anybody says, relationships are based on physical attraction. The first time I saw my wife, it was pure animal whatever.

It's great to win, but it's also great fun just to be in the thick of any truly well and hard fought contest against opponents you respect, whatever the outcome.

Why can't we learn to live with how we are? And whatever anybody chooses is okay by the rest of us?

But with the steady disintegration of the family in modern society over the last century, the role of the school in bridging the gap has become vital!

The love withheld is always the love we long for most.