Love is an endless act of forgiveness.

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

Cynics will say there are no good people out there. And if you read the papers and watch TV news you could be convinced of that. But there are good people.

My grandmother influenced me so deeply.

There's nothing trite about being consoled in a world that does everything in its power to deliver sorrow.

Let me say that I absolutely loved writing 'A Common Life,' because it was a book about love.

So here is what my advice would be: If God has given you a dream, you'd better get cracking because He wants you to use it. That's why He gives them to us in the first place.