The minute our correspondence becomes obligatory, there's no point in keeping touch at all.

Ever notice how people wait until they're not going to see you anymore to say something nice to you?

The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. All of this, every day, is important. Everybody matters. Everything we do has an effect on other, directly or indirectly, whether we realize it or not.

You gotta take chances in this life or you're already dead.

I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.

I knew, deep down, that love, though a beautiful beginning, isn't enough. It's the practice of honoring and caring for another that's noble, not the emotion of love itself. The emotion is the easy part.

Love may have the longest arms, but it can still fall short of an embrace.