Every life has one true love snapshot.

There's a story behind everything..but behind all your stories is always your mother's story..because hers is where yours begins.

I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.

There are no random acts.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time--we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.