But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent.
People are always coming up to me and saying, 'I love you, love your work. ' And then the next sentence is, 'I loved your brother. ' John made people laugh, and laughter is a powerful thing.