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

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.

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

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

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?

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