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

If someone is in a bad mood, tickling only makes it worse.

From the earliest age on, even as we toy with it, we instinctively know there is something mighty about the truth, that it is an immobile, looming star. We grow to crave it.

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.

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?