I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

A little girl came home from school with a drawing she'd made in class.She danced into the kitchen ,where her mother was preparing dinner. "Mom,guess what ?" she squealed waving the drawing . her mother never looked up. "what"? she said ,tending to the pots. "guess what?" the child repeated ,waving the drawings. "what?" the mother said , tending to the plates. "Mom, you're not listening" "sweetie,yes I am" "Mom" the child said "you're not listening with your EYES

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

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

I believe the biggest themes of life are put into the best focus when held up against the very sharp light of mortality.

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

I hate to be like everyone else, but I'm rooting for San Antonio because I like teams that were built the old-fashioned way.