The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven.

I absolutely love playing the game 'Risk.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

My grandfather, a devout Christian, had the gift of healing.

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.

Man has left footprints on the moon but still hasn't walked on the ocean floor.

We carry around in our heads these pictures of what our lives are supposed to look like, painted by the brush of out intentions. It's the great, deep secret of humanity that in the end none of our lives look the way we thought they would. As much as we wish to believe otherwise, most of life is a reaction to circumstances.