Time Doesn't Really Heal, It Just Makes

Because Life Doesn't Work That Way. You Can Do Everything Perfectly. Do Everything You Think You're Supposed To Be Doing. Fulfill Every Expectation That Other People May Have. And You Still Won't Get The Results You Think You Deserve. Life Is Crazy And Maddening And Often Makes No Sense.

You Know What Kind Of Person It Takes To Run For President? Not Normal. They Could Start Out Okay, But By The Time They Reach That Level They've Sold Their Soul To The Devil So Many Times And Stomped The Guts Out Of Enough People That They Are Definitely Not Like You And Me, Not Even Close.

It's Not Getting From A To B. It's Not The Beginning Or The Destination That Counts. It's The Ride In Between...this Train Is Alive With Things That Should Be Seen And Heard. It's A Living, Breathing Something -- You Just Have To Want To Learn Its Rhythm.

Today Might Not Be So Good. But Tomorrow, You Got Another Chance To Get It Right.

All You Have To Do [to Win A Pulitzer Prize] Is Spend Your Life Running From One Awful Place To Another, Write About Every Horrible Thing You See. The Civilized World Reads About It, Then Forgets It, But Pats You On The Head For Doing It And Gives You A Reward As Appreciation For Changing Nothing.