| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 707585c | There's nothing like the memory of a lost friend to remind a man of his own mortality. | John J. Winters | ||
| d4dd283 | As a youth, he would lie awake listening to the sounds of the night--his sisters' breathing, the dog at the back door--and worry about "how or when I'm going to die." | John J. Winters | ||
| 82e5322 | I believe in my mask/The man I made up is me. | John J. Winters | ||
| a039daf | and who writes, he says, because he finds it easier than talking. | John J. Winters |