There are times when silence is the most sacred of responses.

The moment an individual can accept and forgive him or herself, even a little, is the moment in which he or she becomes to some degree lovable.

Death is by no means separate from life. . . . We all interact with death every day, tasting it as we might a wine, feeling its keen edge even in trifling losses and disappointments, holding it by the hand, as a dancer might a partner, in every separation.

Mercy is a source of life because we breathe our own spirits through it into the lives of others.

We not only romanticize the future; we have also made it into a growth industry, a parlor game and a disaster movie all at the same time.

The real test of friendship is can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?

There are times when silence is the most sacred of responses.