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

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 am a slow reader, and fast eater; I wish it were the other way around.

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

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