It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.

Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

The real hell of this, " he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

Wen you see a man in woe Walk right up and say "hullo." Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do " "How's the world a-usin' you?"

With enough of us, around the world, we'll not just send a strong message opposing the privatization of knowledge - we'll make it a thing of the past.

During the primary, I heard the audible voice of God. … He said, 'Credibility.' It wasn't a thought in my head. I thought it meant I was going to win. But after the primary, I got credibility.

The meaning of the story is the story.

The goal is not to speculate on what might happen, but to imagine what you can make happen.

Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.

No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.

Our limbic system sets the mind's emotional tone and stores our highly charged emotional memories.

Animation can explain whatever the mind of man can conceive.