Writing biography is a shameless profession, an exercise in bad taste, a rude inquiry.
Through challenge and difficulty, we learn to see life differently than before.
Whenever they are condemning weaves or breast implants, some people speak so passionately that their false teeth almost fall out.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open...
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
We've made our decisions, We've taken our choices, What's left, is only a hand-full of emotions.
You haunt my days and dreams.
Stand out tall amidst challenges! Dwarf all irrelevant voices.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.