“I was an AIDS reporter and all my friends died so I had to stop doing it. When you’re 68 you want something kinda light.” “I hear you. What do you think happens after you die?” “Never thought about it. I’m not religious. I consider it the end. Kinda depressing to think about it that way but..” “Well what do you believe in?” “Love. If we can’t be kind to each other and love each other, what else is there?”