We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

I’m thinking the only reason I’m getting outta here in one piece is you.

Hate is baggage. Life’s too short to be pi**ed off all the time.