I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing.

In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

All of us, poor & rich alike, have been conditioned by our upbringings. Impoverished men & women may become lulled into a state of "learned helplessness" without hope to change their lives. Likewise, the wealthy can walk in a state of "learned blindness" ignoring the desperation of the local & global poor.