Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).

To know you're going to die, and to be prepared for it at any time. That's better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life while you're living.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.

How do people choose their final words? Do they realize their gravity? Are they fated to be wise?

You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.