The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

It's an ancient and honorable term for the final step in any engineering project. Turn it on, see if it smokes.

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

Hi, I'm a hero, but I can't tell you why. It's classified.