Knowing heaven is what heals us on earth.

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality- and in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

Without love we all like birds with broken wings.

There is nothing more fun than hanging around with friends and banging on instruments. Anyone who has ever done it knows that this is true.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.