You just have to do what you know is right.

I was publishing when I was 20, 21. And it really never stopped.

The Jesuits I know who have died and all their lives were great teachers, they're the least remembered people.

I don't have to prove my life. I just have to live.

Success for me its to raise happy, healthy human beings.

But I have been in some very beautiful churches, then I've looked outside and seen people starving to death.

You cannot hear the name Martin Luther King, Jr., and not think of death. You might hear the words 'I have a dream,' but they will doubtlessly only serve to underscore an image of a simple motel balcony, a large man made small, a pool of blood. For as famous as he may have been in life, it is - and was - death that ultimately defined him.

Perhaps grief is not about empty, but full. The full breath of life that includes death. The completeness, the cycles, the depth, the richness, the process, the continuity and the treasure of the moment that is gone the second you are aware of it.