No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.

You are an instrument of God. Don't leave the instrument sitting in its case, my son. Play! Leave no part of your instrument unexplored. Why settle for 'Three Blind Mice' when you can can play the 'Gloria'? No, not Bach's 'Gloria.' Yours! Your 'Gloria' lives within you. The greatest sin is not finding it, ignoring what God made possible in you.

The world turns on our every action, and our every omission, whether we know it or not.

He was teaching me how to die, just as he'd taught me how to live.

In writing, as in medicine, there are no short cuts. You need stamina.

...guilt leads to righteous action, but rarely is it the right action.

For one who has an interest in the body as text, airports are treasure troves of information. It seems almost un-American to enjoy delays, and perhaps enjoy is not the best word, but certainly a delayed flight, if it does nothing else, allows one the opportunity to make prolonged observations about one's fellow travelers.