Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.

Love is not about grand intentions. It is about small attentions.

Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?

A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless.

Most often the person you would die for would settle for dinner and a movie.

To accept on faith is the basic requirement for getting on with life.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.