And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?

Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory