Death is just the moment that your hourglass runs out of sand. That's it. It happens to everyone eventually. All any of us gets to decide is where the sand falls.

We should trust people to be exactly what they have proven themselves to be, no more and no less.

Perhaps not all spirits are meant for this world, but they pass through anyway and change for the better those which are.

I forgive him and like water draining from the sand after a wave, the power he held over me disappears. A slow smile rises on my face.

Hey, Jimmy.”“Yeah.”“You ever think about how long we’re going to live?”“No, ” he says. “Not really.”“Well, why not?”“I dunno. Guess I’m too busy livin’ it to think about it.

I remember in treatment, Mr. Shaw told me that the alcohol and drugs never were my problem. He said the alcohol and drugs were my solution and that was my problem. And he was right.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.

I have crushes on women all the time. I don't have intimate relationships with them, but I find women beautiful.

I still love to find and develop the young athletes in traditional ways. I like to watch the physical and mental growth. That has always been very exciting.

If one were forced to select a single word to exemplify Bishop's peculiar charm and power, it might well be 'No.'

I've had a lot of different lives. I was adopted, I grew up in Nebraska, and then I went to Northwestern... Then I had this really extraordinary, different life than my parents.

Math proficiency is the gateway to a number of incredible careers that students may never have considered.

Love is already inside us as our true being; we do not have to make it appear.

Certain songs I feel different people should be on different tracks, you know it's emotional. I put myself into characters for certain records.

We need the skeletons of other stories to understand our own, sometimes.

The great message that we call the gospel begins, then, not with us, or our need, or even the meeting of that need, but with the writer of the news and the sender of its heralds: God himself.

Jesus appeared unto the ancient Nephites, in the northern part of what we call South America.