Sometimes, Questions Are More Hurtful Than Insults.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

You See, You Closed Your Eyes. That Was The Difference. Sometimes You Cannot Believe What You See, You Have To Believe What You Feel. And If You Are Ever Going To Have Other People Trust You, You Must Feel That You Can Trust Them, Too--even When You’re In The Dark. Even When You’re Falling.

The Way You Get Meaning Into Your Life Is To Devote Yourself To Loving Others, Devote Yourself To Your Community Around You, And Devote Yourself To Creating Something That Gives You Purpose And Meaning.

For Many Of Us, The Curtain Had Just Come Down On Childhood.

...the Human Spirit Knows, Deep Down That All Lives Intersect.