Lines formed at Ruby Pier - just as a line formed someplace else: Five people, waiting, in five chosen memories, for a little girl named Amy or Annie to grow and to love and to age and to die, and to finally have her questions answered - why she lived and what she lived for. And in that line now was a whiskered old man, with a linen cap and a crooked nose, who waited in a place called the Stardust Band Shell to share his part of the secret of heaven: That each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And t…

'No life is a waste,' the Blue Man said. 'The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.'

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, …

Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endles…

My son - and what's a son? A thing begot Within a pair of minutes, thereabout: A lump bred up in darkness.

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.