So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things.

Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer more than I ever did before. The other night, on TV, I saw people in Bosnia running across the street, getting fired upon, killed, innocent victims....and I just started to cry. I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? I'm almost......drawn to them.

Life is like a wrestling match- we struggle to fight but we never know that the only side that wins is the one with great love in it.

When you learn to die, you learn to live.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

For me, living means I can be responsive to the other person. It means I can show my emotions and my feelings. Talk to them. Feel with them.

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another