Ill lose myself in the pain. It might not make sense. But it works.

Three boys. Three deaths. One school. We've made the national news. Is out school cursed? Are we a reckless bunch of fools? The media asks questions no one can answer. Kids can't stop crying.

I'm glad for the rain...It's good camouflage.

See that's exactly why I don't want a dog." "Why?" "Because it'll just die." "Everybody dies, Brooklyn." Like that makes it okay or something.

After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.

And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.

I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere, a memory blindsides you.

When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.

He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell.He should still be here.

I look at him and realize, maybe I overreacted. Maybe more than once.

I know it's not the end...it's only just the beginning.

If for no other reason than it's just fun to watch people age, and it's fun to watch what happened to '80s hairdos and outfits, and what they look like now.

After the '96 Olympics, we all started believing that this is bigger than we thought, and we were willing to do the work. We knew that it was up to us, the players, to make soccer successful.

There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.

If one has an enlighened teacher and you come to this person with love, they will show you the ways of love.

We remember the details of our story, we do not invent them.

Any situation in which some men prevent others from engaging in the process of inquiry is one of violence;… to alienate humans from their own decision making is to change them into objects.

Love ranges from just fascination to something almost spiritual. In the case with my wife Barbara it just keeps growing all the time.

Everything progresses in waves. The march of civilization, the progression of worlds, is in waves. All human activities likewise progress in waves - art, literature, science, religion.

I wish I had thought of Velcro muscles myself. I didn't have to go to the gym for all those years, all the hours wedded to the iron game, as we call it.

It's an actor's job to play all the human conditions - light, dark, and medium.