Love Is The Only Rational Act.

But My Father, A Thief In Many Ways, Had Robbed Me Of My Concentration.

It Is Never Too Late Or Too Soon. It Is When It Is Supposed To Be.

God Sings, We Hum Along, And There Are Many Melodies, But It's All One Song - One Same, Wonderful, Human Song.

He Never Spoke Of That Night Again, Not To Your Mother, Not To Anyone Else. He Was Ashamed For Her, For Mickey, For Himself. In The Hospital, He Stopped Speaking Altogether. Silence Was His Escape, But Silence Is Rarely A Refuge. His Thoughts Still Haunted Him.' ~pg 139

When You Are Measuring Life, You Are Not Living It.