They say life is all about connecting, like that's a good thing. But when brain and eyes are lining up you know different.

Mom had the kind of love for her that you could feel, like it was part of the atmosphere

To get where you want to go, you can't only do what you like.

To live with the conscious knowledge of the shadow of uncertainty, with the knowledge that disaster or tragedy could strike at any time to be afraid and to know and acknowledge your fear, and still to live creatively and with unstinting love: that is to live with grace.

Many have changed so much that they have lost the magic of the dream that carried them on their own bootstraps.

What do you get out of hating people, out of having this bitterness in your heart always?