But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.
The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.
...the human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.
The length of your days does not belong to you.
When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.
What's wrong with being number 2?