Have you ever really had a teacher? One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine?

When you're in bed, you're dead

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

Mortality means you don't have forever to work things out. You can live your life unexamined but then on the last day you're going to think: 'I've left things a little late.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.

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.

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.