There are no crown princes at Ford.
He that dies a martyr proves that he was not a knave, but by no means that he was not a fool.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
Money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed. Health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
Wealth after all is a relative thing since he that has little and wants less is richer than he that has much and wants more.
He that is good will infallibly become better, and he that is bad will as certainly become worse; for vice, virtue, and time are three things that never stand still.
This is why I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren't just telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.
I think all television has to be about relationships and I don't think horror for the sake of it can work unless you're able to ground it in some kind of relationship.
If you are anxious about death, then you don't have a sense of the oneness of things - you feel that after death, you will be no more.
If you're just grinding up hamburger at McDonald's, I see that as a bit of an affront to living things. You're not really honoring the life.