... Old Clothes, Old Friends, Old Books.

We Overlook How Much In Our Lives Is Invisible; Love, For Instance; Thought, God, The Future, Time, Faith, Hope And Even The Electricity That Brings Us Light.

Both Therapy And Friendship Possessed The Common Denominator Of Discovering A Self.

Sometimes I Think We're All Tightrope Walkers Suspended On A Wire Two Thousand Feet In The Air, And So Long As We Never Look Down We're Okay, But Some Of Us Lose Momentum And Look Down For A Second And Are Never Quite The Same Again: We Know.

Everything Matters Terribly To Children, You Know, They're Fresh And Unformed.

Hell Is More Like Boredom, Or Not Having Enough To Do, And Too Much Time To Contemplate One's Deficiencies.