We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that's the way of it

It's a hard place this world can be. No wonder a baby cries coming in to it. Tears from the start

A small profit it better than a big loss

You got one choice at the beginning but if you didn't choose right, things got narrow real quick.

What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.

But nothing is solid and permanent. Our lives are raised on the shakiest foundations. You don't need to read history books to know that. You only have to know the history of your own life.

We want what's in this world but we also want what ain't.