Though no two centuries are very much like each other, some hours perhaps are; moments are; critical moments nearly always are. Emotions are the same. We are the same. The man, not the day, is the lasting phenomenon.
To know someone here or there with whom you feel there is understanding in spite of differences or thoughts expressed — that can make of this earth a garden.
Best friend? Jesus, I think I’d go into a deep, dark depression if I were to think about who’s my best friend. . . . You know, a best friend is someone who’s gonna die for you. I mean, that’s your best friend, really. Yeah, I’d be miserable trying to think who my best friend is.
