I felt two things immediately when I got the news last night:
first that the light had dimmed and, on its heels, a sense that this was inevitable; that Robin had lived for a long time with a darkness at the periphery of his vision.

What must it have been like to be present when he improvised the genie in “Aladdin” or Lovelace in “Happy Feet?” His Texan, his gay stylist, his Soviet comedian, Mrs. Doubtfire…He was a one-man menagerie.

Perhaps, just as we were swept away, so was he.

I remember the small, uncontrollable chuckle that often accompanied his flights of fancy; as if he were as amazed as we were by what was happening to him.

Who can pretend to understand a gift like Robin Williams’s? Meteoric, volcanic, fast and furious…Perhaps there is a price for such brilliance.

I’m so sad he’s gone and so grateful he left us so much.