One of the very few reasons I had any respect for my mother when I was thirteen was because she would reach into the sink with her bare hands - bare hands - and pick up that lethal gunk and drop it into the garbage. To top that, I saw her reach into the wet garbage bag and fish around in there looking for a lost teaspoon. Bare hands - a kind of mad courage.

Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.

I've always made a clear distinction between making a life and making a living.

One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you’ve got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference.

Now Everybody has some secret goals in life...Sometimes you can get what you want and what you need at the sames time.

Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.

Is it always to be a winners-losers world, or can we keep everyone in the game? Do we still have what it takes to find a better way?