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

The further along we get on our life journey the more we wonder about those who traveled before us and paved the road.

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.

In the end, we all lose it. Remember that. In the end, we own nothing.

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

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

The depth of love is revealed in its departure.