"You marked the minutes," the old man said. "But did you use them wisely? To be still? To cherish? To be grateful? To lift and be lifted?"

Sometimes, questions are more hurtful than insults.

Got an hour or two? That's all it takes for one of my books.

Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.

It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there.