If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.

I see a good marriage as being like two tall trees growing beside each other, each nourishing the grace of the other.