Today we fight. Tomorrow we fight. The day after, we fight. And if this disease plans on whipping us, it better bring a lunch, 'cause it's gonna have a long day doing it.

I've attempted to flood the path with light where I could, and where I could not I've wanted at least to hold up a candle so that others coming this way might not stumble too painfully.

How incredibly far our lives drift from where we knew with all certainty they would go. How little today resembles what yesterday thought it would look like.

I will bear this grief, I will endure it. I will reach a point where it doesn't kick me down an abyss whenever I turn my back on it.

How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?

A kind of Providence keeps us blind to the intensity of suffering so as to keep us sane, until that day when the suffering is our own or that of someone we love beyond imagining.

What's the point of a houseful of books you've already read?

You are lovelier than all the roses in the world.

Life without knowing your destiny leads to “rat races”, depression and frustration, and attempt to commit suicide

The only way to get to know people is to look beyond their physical appearances.

Everybody goes through some tough times in their life, no matter what you do. Man, I've had my tough times.

In going to America one learns that poverty is not a necessary accompaniment to civilization.

There are a lot of men who are healthier at age fifty then they have ever been before, because a lot of their fear is gone.

You belong wherever you want to belong.

What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.

A lot of professions happen to be male-dominated because women drop out at a certain point. It's unfortunate.