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.

There are many things in my life that I wish I could take back. Many moments I would recast.

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

We all have same beginning (BIRTH), and we will have same ending (DEATH). So how different can we be?

We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this?" He made a fist. "Why? Because a baby not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say the whole world is mine. But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned his lesson." "What lesson?" I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. "We can take nothing with us.