We plan our lives in long, unbroken stretches that intersect our dreams the way highways connect the city dots on a road map. But in the end we learn that life is lived in the side roads, alleys, and detours.

I think the secret to a hoppy life is a selective memory. Remember what you are most grateful for and quickly forget what your not.

I have Tourettes syndrome.

In your hurry to keep Christmas, you have forgotten Christmas. The truest gift of Christmas is the gift of self.

Life is not yours to take.

So often the pain of our life is no more than a reminder to take our hand off the stove.

I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.