Nothing had the chance to be good nothing ever could.

Never regret anything because at one time it was exactly what you wanted.

It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

John's time and effort were, in the main, spent on pretty honorable stuff. As for the other side, well, nobody's perfect, nobody's Jesus. And look what they did to him.

I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes.

My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.