I've decided to tell my kids things like: 'I love the way each of you tilted back your heads when you laughed.' I will give them specific stuff they can grasp.
Pretty much any time I got a chance to do something cool, I tried to grab for it, and that's where my solace comes from.
I've never understood pity and self-pity as an emotion.
An injured lion still wants to roar.
Smelling a crayon takes you right back to childhood. When I need to go back in time, I put it under my nose and take another hit.
We don't beat the reaper by living longer, we beat the reaper by living well and living fully.
