In college, I had a course in Latin, and one day the word "divorce" came up. I always figured it came from some root that meant "divide." In truth, it comes from "divertere," which means "to divert." I believe that. All divorce does is divert you, taking you away from everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you wanted and steering you into all kinds of other stuff, like discussions about your mother's girdle and whether she should marry someone else.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.

In business people negotiate to win. They negotiate to get what they want. Love is different. Love is when you are as concerned about someone else's situation as you are about your own.

Detroit is a place where we've had it pretty tough. But there is a generosity here and a well of kindness that goes deep.

Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.