Pity Is A Benign Form Of Abuse.

Now I Feel And I Say All The Time That Vanity Is, Like, Long Gone. I'm Really Free Of Worrying About What I Look Like, Because It's Out Of My Shaky Hands. I Don't Control It. So Why Would I Waste One Second Of My Life Worrying About It?

I Always Felt That I Came Up Short In The Education Department, But I've Come To The Conclusion That We All Get An Education.

There's A Connection That's Hard To Explain. It's The Feeling I Get When I See Someone Shuffle Up To Meet Me, Or Say Something, And I Can Instantly Tell By The Cant Of Their Head Or By The Movement Of Their Arms -- And These Are People Who Aren't Even Full-blown Symptomatic -- That They're One Of Us. And The Look They Give Me, It's Not Just Gratitude -- I Don't Care About The Gratitude -- But Solidarity. And Shared Optimism. And A Resiliency That Just Makes Me Think We're Doing The Right Thing, And That This Truly Is A Community.

The Least Amount Of Judging We Can Do, The Better Off We Are.

If You Have Doubts About Someone, Lay On A Couple Of Jokes. If He Doesn't Find Anything Funny, Your Radar Should Be Screaming. Then I Would Say Be Patient With People Who Are Negative, Because They're Really Having A Hard Time.