All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death.

I don't believe in the term 'guilty pleasure,' because it implies I should feel ashamed for liking something. A real guilty pleasure would be, I don't know, taking gratification in some stranger's ghastly death or something - which I guess I do enjoy, because I read a ton of true crime.

Running at night used to frighten me. Part of it was simply safety, the question of whether level ground would truly appear under each tentative footstep, and whether the temporary but complete blindness suffered while running toward headlights was, in fact, concealing death.

But when I first got cancer, after the initial shock and the fear and paranoia and crying and all that goes with cancer - that word means to most people ultimate death - I decided to see what I could do to take that negative and use it in a positive way.