Life Turns On A Dime.

Any Thoughts Of Guilt, Any Feelings Of Regret, Had Faded. The Desert Had Baked Them Out.

Friends Come In And Out Of Our Lives, Like Busboys In A Restaurant.

As A Kid, Death Seemed Boring To Me. As An Adult, I Think That It Seems More Like A Waste Of Everything. Somebody Once Said Every Time A Professor Dies, A Library Burns.

The World Had Moved On And All That Was Over, Done Before Fairly Begun.

A Change Is As Good As A Rest.