The smells of Christmas are the smells of childhood [p. 53]

Usually the most interesting stories are written not on paper but hearts.

What a culture we live in, we are swimming in an ocean of information, and drowning in ignorance.

Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.

Everybody needs love. Everybody. Those who don't believe that frighten me a little.

I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.

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