Now Here's A Good One:

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.

What Haunted People Even, Perhaps Especially, On Their Deathbed? What Chased Them, Tortured Them And Brought Some Of Them To Their Knees? And [he] Thought He Had The Answer. Regret. Regret For Things Said, Things Done, And Things Not Done. Regret For The People They Might Have Been. And Failed To Be.

But, Like Peace, Comfort Didn't Come From Hiding Away Or Running Away. Comfort First Demanded Courage.

When Someone Stabs You It's Not Your Fault That You Feel Pain.

We're All Blessed And We're All Blighted, Chief Inspector," Said Finney. "everyday Each Of Us Does Our Sums. The Question Is, What Do We Count?