Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

Happiness Doesn't Lie In Conspicuous Consumption And The Relentless Amassing Of Useless Crap. Happiness Lies In The Person Sitting Beside You And Your Ability To Talk To Them. Happiness Is Clear-headed Human Interaction And Empathy. Happiness Is Home. And Home Is Not A House-home Is A Mythological Conceit. It Is A State Of Mind. A Place Of Communion And Unconditional Love. It Is Where, When You Cross Its Threshold, You Finally Feel At Peace.

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

Which Would Be Worse - To Live As A Monster, Or To Die As A Good Man?

It's Hard To Close The Door On Optimistic Expectations When You Love Someone.

Believe It Or Not, Marshal, I Believe In Talk Therapy, Basic Interpersonal Skills. I Have This Radical Idea That If You Treat A Patient With Respect And Listen To What He's Trying To Tell You, You Just Might Reach Him. (87)