My theory is that hope is a form of madness. A benevolent one, sure, but madness all the same. Like an irrational superstition–broken mirrors and so forth–hope’s not based on any kind of logic, it’s...

Actually, I think it’s the opposite. We know each other so well there isn’t anything left to say. Sometimes it’s nice just sitting here with you all, thinking. It’s only best friends who can be...