The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Yesterday's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why.
Truth is weirder than any fiction I've seen.
I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.
I had a soft-spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth.
