I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.

I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I am doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left.

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.

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.

No one ever went to their deathbed saying, 'You know, I wish I'd eaten more rice cakes.