Everything that matters hurts, until it doesn't matter anymore.

Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.

I don't know what we're doing here – you and me … I don't know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn't have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.

Don't worry about whether you can do it, Bailey Bean. Just pretend you can. Pretend enough and it becomes real.

Alternately in our lives come black and white.Nothing is visible through the silent dark hole:no light, no life, no meandering respitein the tunnel of death, journeys the eternal soul.

He looks like a ghost, haunted by a life suddenly torn away, and I don’t know how to comfort him.

I am as vast as God; there is nothing in the world O Miracle: that can shut me up in myself.

Your background has a lot to do with your approach to movement.

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

This warning from the New York City Department of Health Fraud: Be suspicious of any doctor who tries to take your temperature with his finger.

You give because you love and cannot help giving.

The world news might not be therapeutic.

I don't want affirmative action - too much affirmative, not enough action.