...he was part of a family whether he wanted to be or not, the family of humanity, more often than not a frustrating and contentious clan, flawed and often deeply confused, but also periodically noble and admirable, with a common destiny that every member shared.

Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.

Not all or even most suffering is at the hands of fate; it befalls us at our invitation.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.

Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.

A long walk and grooming with a well-mannered dog is a Zen experience that leaves you refreshed and in a creative frame of mind.