It ain't how long you know somebody that means anything. It's what that person mean to you in your heart.

I write because the lives of all of us are stories. If enough of those stories are told, then perhaps we will begin to see that our lives are the same story. The differences are merely in the details.

... the object of learning was not to build a better mousetrap but to ask a better question.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

It ain't how long you know somebody that means anything. It's what that person mean to you in your heart.

Dying ain't important. Everyone does that. What's important is how well you do your living.