The average teacher explains complexity; the gifted teacher reveals simplicity.

Sometimes, perhaps, we are allowed to get lost that we may find the right person to ask directions of.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

One's dream is defeated not by unsolvable problems, but by all the more-or-less satisfactory solutions that kill it forever.

I say to my child, I will explain to you as much of life as I can, but you must remember that there is a part of life for which you are the explanation.