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

No matter how smart she appeared, she was fragile at her core.

He was near tears, 'Who do I blame?' he kept asking me. 'There is no God.I can only blame myself.'" The Reb's face tightened, as if in pain. "That," he said, softly, "is a terrible self-indictment." Worse than an unanswered prayer? "Oh yes. It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody's out there.

Life has to end, love doesn't.

But man invents nothing God did not create first.

Critics have a problem with sentimentality. Readers do not. I write for readers.

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