The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

Complex things are easy to do. Simplicity's the real challenge.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

Life is never easy for those who dream.

Such physical matters were nice, yet, to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by subtleties of the mind and spirit, were what really counted.