but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

Giving to other people makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. Not what I look like in the mirror. When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

All who are born are always dying.

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.

Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.

Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.