I think the question that nobody wanted to deal with is the question they're posing: did my kid die in vain? Because the answer is too awful.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

We're not really pacifists, we're nonviolent soldiers.

Mostly what I listen to when I turn on my little iPod is opera.

As long as one keeps searching, the answers will come.

I've never had a humble opinion. If you've got an opinion, why be humble about it?

Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.