We don't see what we could be. We should be looking at our potential, stretching ourselves into everything we can become.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come. ~pg 4

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.

Miracles happen quietly every day - in an operating room, on a stormy sea, in the sudden appearance of a road side stranger. They are rarely tallied. No one keeps score.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.

You have to work at creating your own culture.