When I contemplate life as well as death, I am discovering what really matters to me now.

By seizing every opportunity for kindness, forgiveness, healing, and love that crosses my path each day, I hope that my death, although perhaps sad for some, will be gracefully concluded.

The shift from thinking that I must feel forgiveness to the practice of repetitive giving forgiveness has helped me in my healing journey.

Surrendering to the best of my abilities when the price of life has outweighed its benefit may be a compassionate choice for me and those around me.

By acknowledging my impermanence, I can consider if there is anything I can do now to help my loved ones who will be left behind cope with losing me and to facilitate healing.

As I enlarged my vision to see the bigger picture of my dad’s full life, I was better able to let go of being stuck in memories of its end.

As I inch forward to embrace my life again by being mindful, writing books, and planning adventures, I sense my dad would approve. I know he would want me to be happy.

I am certain that I’m not the only one who would like to have a do-over on an interaction with a loved one.

A paradigm shift of viewing palliative care or hospice as a gift instead of seeing it as giving up has the potential to change the way we experience advanced age.

I believe it’s imperative to bring the light of support and knowledge to patients and families when death is approaching.

Without guidance and support for patients and families approaching death, there may be unnecessary conflict, confusion, and trauma that linger long after the passing of a loved one.

Yes, the world is an illusion. But Truth is always being shown there.

I won't be able to see heaven if I don't die first, right?

You had to be tough in our neighborhood.

I have always been fascinated by the corruption of power.

The individual serves the planning system not by supplying it with savings and the resulting capital; he serves it far more by consuming its products.

What counts in the ring is what you can do after you're exhausted. The same is true of life.

One might say that science itself, and civilization and art, are all about different orderings of the world - to contain it, and to make it in some sense intelligible, communicable. And bearable.

You must know that there are different tastes. There are also different powers of digestion... different temperaments... differences in the capacity to comprehend.

I don't remember what made me want to be an actor. In fact, I'm always curious.

Grief rolled across the space between us like a wash of salt water.