Sometimes, a lie is told in kindness. I don't believe it ever works kindly. The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost.

“A strange species we are. We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us …”

“Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him.”

“When you're a child you're the center of everything. Other people? They're only…”

“Sometimes in the summer evenings they walked up the hill to watch the afterglow…”