Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.
The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.
I think I was a shy kid. I grew up without television. I had a dog, and we lived up in the White Mountains in the summer, and I had no friends up there. And I would just go play hide-and-seek with my dog and probably had some imaginary friends.
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