There is nothing more fun than hanging around with friends and banging on instruments. Anyone who has ever done it knows that this is true.

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).

I believe that you live on inside the hearts and minds of everyone you've touched while you were here on earth.

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

Bad news has no limits. We often feel it should, like a rainstorm that can't possibly get any heavier. But a storm can always worsen, & the burdens of life can too.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.