When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires

“Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reaso…”

“You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act …”

“We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. Thi…”

“You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missin…”