I feel like a really messed up but, that’s why I wrote all this craziness anyway. I wrote it because life goes on. I wrote it because people change and people leave, and new things come along. I wrote it because when Tony Bennet sings or when the Philharmonic plays under a beautifully moonlit Central Park sky, or some unknown saint disguised as your everyday passerby stops to say a kind word in a time of need, you know someone’s out there.
—  Dito, A Guide To Recognizing Your Saints