Every murderer is probably someone's old friend.
Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
Achievement brings its own anticlimax.
Sometimes been wildly, dispairingly, acutely misarable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just being alive is a grand thing.