Anything can happen. But almost always, just normal things happen and people have happy lives.

It was one thing to live in a world where death stood a distant figure, quite another to hold it in your hands.

...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?

Come morning, his memory would be of a night spent watching over them all. And each of them - dog and boy, mother and old man - would feel the same.

...in that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light...

It was one of the many rules in the kennel, rules that didn't always make sense, or even seem important, until some situation drew the lesson out.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

How can you showcase your unique expertise, valuable experience, and strong education without sounding egotistical?

One has not understood until one has forgotten it.

In jazz, there is a lot of European influence harmonically.

Saints are usually killed by their own people.

Through the proper application of kundalini, a woman can quickly become aware of the tremendous power that resides inside herself and reach enlightenment.

My occupation is assistant storyteller. It is not "icon."

That question is too good to spoil with an answer.

Everything is perfect until it's not.

Drop the idea that attachment and love are one thing. They are enemies. It is attachment that destroys all love.