If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.

Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don't wait.

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

I find interesting characters or lessons that resonate with people and sometimes I write about them in the sports pages, sometimes I write them in a column, sometimes in a novel, sometimes a play or sometimes in nonfiction. But at the core I always say to myself, 'Is there a story here? Is this something people want to read?'

My own father didn't talk a lot about feelings or emotions.

Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.