I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

I wish I had eaten more rice cakes.

At the end of life, at the end of YOUR life, what essence emerges? What have you filled the world with? In remembering you, what words will others choose?

Peace means no one is worried about anyone else's cookie...in this moment we are all quietly content with the cookies we have.

It often feels like I'm not so much living for the present as I am busy making memories for the future.

I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

It would be difficult to convince me that leaning has no effect whatsoever on the outcome of my bowling.