The best feelings in your life come when you start feeling good after you've been feeling just awful

The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

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.

Peace is not something you wish for, � it is something you make, something you are, something you do,�and something you give away.

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?

I once listed all the good things I did over the past year, and then turned them into resolution form and backdated them. That was a good feeling

The examined life is no picnic.