History is fickle. We know that. The good and bad come around and go around, and go around again. There are recessions and depressions and economic boom and bust.

You can love the good in us and hate the bad but the bad is in us too. Without it we wouldn't be us.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Good and bad ideas both come from the same fountain of speculation and experiment.

Everybody's a mix of good and bad choices that they make.