Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.
Sometimes pain is God’s megaphone, his only way to get our attention.
However far back you go you will find all experiences linked by slender threads.
He wondered what you had to do to lose your driver's license in Italy.
She heard melody and harmony and counterpoint; he heard something calling him from far, far away.
It took him half an hour to reach the little mission chapel. From his position on his back in the river he could see just the tip of the steeple, but for the most part he gazed upward at the constella...
What to do with the past? There was so much of it.
Sometimes it takes a little jolt to make us appreciate what we’ve got.
Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance; what was unimportant would recede into the shadows.
There was a time I didn't know your nameWhy should I worry, cry in vainbut now she's gone, and I don't worrycause I'm sittin' on top of the world.
The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them.
The advice he reads in Ann Landers – good advice as long as you don’t need it, perfectly sensible as long as you don’t have any use for it.
People say that God works in mysterious ways when they really mean that life, or something in their own lives, doesn’t make any sense, but I think that’s wrong. I think it means that we can’t make any...
He doesn't believe in talking too much about art, especially while you're looking at it. The pressure to appreciate is the great enemy of actual enjoyment. Most people don't know what they like becaus...
He knew that he’d known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imagin...