We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

I'm here to be me, which is taking a great deal longer than I had hoped.

You have to make mistakes to find out who you aren’t.

Some people may have thought that this book was too personal, too confessional. But what these people think about me is none of my business.

I don’t know why life isn’t constructed to be seamless and safe, why we make such glaring mistakes, things fall so short of our expectations, and our hearts get broken and out kids do scary things and our parents get old and don’t always remember to put pants on before they go out for a stroll. I don’t know why it’s not more like it is in the movies, why things don’t come out neatly and lessons can’t be learned when you’re in the mood for learning them, why love and grace often come in such motley packaging.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories.

Dancing almost always turns out to be a good idea.