We are not what we know but what we are willing to learn.

In many ways, constancy is an illusion.

When parents die, all of the partings of the past are reevoked with the realization that this time they will not return.

Often continuity is visible only in retrospect.

The past empowers the present, and the sweeping footsteps leading to this present mark the pathways to the future.

Every loss recapitulates earlier losses, but every affirmation of identity echoes earlier moments of clarity.

As you get up in the morning, as you make decisions, as you spend money, make friends, make commitments, you are creating a piece of art called your life.