I'm a firm believer that every person, young or old, has at least one good story to tell.

It's one of the secrets of strength: We're so much more likely to find it in the service of others than in service to ourselves.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your life and suddenly there are so many more.