We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

When we find someone who is brave, fun, intelligent, and loving, we have to thank the universe.

Without defeats, how do you really know who the hell you are? If you never had to stand up to something - to get up, to be knocked down, and to get up again - life can walk over you wearing football cleats. But each time you do get up, you're bigger, taller, finer, more beautiful, more kind, more understanding, more loving. Each time you get up, you're more inclusive. More people can stand under your umbrella.

Let choice whisper in your ear and love murmur in your heart. Be ready. Here comes life.

I could fall in love with a sumo wrestler if he told stories and made me laugh. Obviously, it would be easier if someone was African-American and lived next door and went to the same church. Because then I wouldn't have to translate.

There's racism and sexism and ageism and all sorts of idiocies. But bad news is not news. We've had bad news as a species for a long time. We've had slavery and human sacrifice and the holocaust and brutalities of such measure.

The most called-upon prerequisite of a friend is an accessible ear.