Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I'm amazed by how many people don't bother to do that.

Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that it disappears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always returns, as do we all.

I don't know about Heaven or Hell, but I do know that we are visited all the time by the spirits of those who affected us in life.

Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else.

How could he find perfection in such an average day? Then I realized this was the whole point.

You are not your past.