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.

For many of us, the curtain had just come down on childhood.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

Without love we all like birds with broken wings.

You have to work at creating your own culture.

Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others.