“I write so that my handful of pebbles, cast daily into still waters, will produce a ripple. ”

“I write a note and tape it to my window--I'M NOT A DETECTIVE.BE SPECIFIC!”

“When casting pebbles into water, look at the ripples being formed thereby. Otherwise this activity will be an empty amusement.”

“Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebookfilled with letters to Lucca,reading them,noticing how the lettersdecreased in frequencyover the past couple of months.When i started,shortly after he died,I wrote them every day.I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream,but I couldn't,so my words on the pagebecame a diary of the pain.”

“He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell.He should still be here.”

“I peelhiss tense fingerson his right handaway fromthe steering wheel, onetwothreefourfive.With each finger,the scowldiappearsa little more. when i placehis hand onmy legand gentlycaress it, he smiles.That's better.”

“Those were the days when dreams were sweet and life was sweeter still.”