But my father, a thief in many ways, had robbed me of my concentration.

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!

What will you do with the time you have left?

the words people do not speak are louder than the ones they do.

when he smiles it's as if you'd just told him the first joke on earth.

Life has to end, love doesn't.

The problem, Mitch, is that we don't believe we are as much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholics and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one big human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our own. But believe me, when you are dying, you see it is true. We all have the same beginning - birth - and we all have the same end - death. So how different can we be? Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you. Morrie Schwartz