We are coming out of a century that was taught that one way of looking at the world, that one form of behavior, is as valid as another. The idea of true evil has been blown away.

Books showed me that there were other ways to live a life.

Alliteration seems to offend people.

The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.

Civilization rests on the fact that most people do the right thing most of the time.

Y'all take care of yourself now... strange and interesting friends are hard to find.