When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.

You have to start over. That's what they say. But life is not a board game, and losing a loved one is never really "starting over." More like "continuing without.

For years I wrote in my basement. More recently I graduated to one floor above, an office with all my books and music and - ta da! - a window.

The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others.

If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get the file like a box of corn flakes off the shelf.