You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized.

Life is sometimes amazingly fragile, but some lives are frighteningly strong.

Even though nobody knew that you were in my life, you were the person who brought a raft at every rapid current and helped me cross that water safely. I was happy that you were there. I came to tell you I was able to travel through my life because I could come to you when I was anxious, not when I was happy.

If you only do what you like, who's going to do what you don't like?

How can you live without trusting people? There are more people who are good than people who are bad!

How far back does one's memory of someone go?

I had no way of knowing where it began or where it ended. Only that it flowed without restraint.