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

cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend

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?

I wish I had eaten more rice cakes.

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

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.

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