Brave people are the firemen who run into the burning building. That's brave.

A lot of sad stories in a row - that wears on you.

My heart goes out to the grieving parents who lost their two-year-old or their newborn.

If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died-you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.

But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.

I think that we're foolhardy to not be engaging in federal funding of stem-cell research in the most aggressive way we possibly can.

My job is to stay alive until the medicine and research catch up.