"I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. ‘So,’ I tried to delicately ask, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?’ ‘Well,’ she responded, ‘What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?’"



"I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel."



"We don’t raise our hands in worship to look spiritual. We reach up like this because this is what my little girls do when they need their daddy to pick them up because they can’t do it on their own."



"You don’t have to save me. Just hold my hand while I save myself."