And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.

If I'm going to a new country, I try to learn something about the language and the culture, so I don't just go bumbling over things.

We are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

On the day of your birth, the Creator filled countless storehouses, set aside for your use and yours alone.

I do not trust people who don't love themselves and yet tell me, 'I love you.' There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.

Life loves the person who dares to live it.