Losing And Dying: It's The Same Thing.

I Take Nothing For Granted. I Now Have Only Good Days, Or Great Days.

It's Funny, Because I Have Periods Where I Just Kind Of Go Dark. I Don't Tweet, I Don't Talk, I Don't Interview, And Then I Have Times Where I Do.

We All Want To Be Forgiven. There's A Lot Of Really, Really Bad People Who Want To Be Forgiven But Will Never Be Forgiven, And I Might Be In That Camp.

I Look Forward To A Time When Lawyers Aren't In The Top Three Calls Every Day, And All You Care About Is How Your Kids Are Doing In School Or What The Weather's Like And The Great Day You Had With Your Family.

Suffering, I Was Beginning To Think, Was Essential To A Good Life, And As Inextricable From Such A Life As Bliss. It’s A Great Enhancer. It Might Last A Minute, But Eventually It Subsides, And When It Does, Something Else Takes Its Place, And Maybe That Thing Is A Great Space. For Happiness. Each Time I Encountered Suffering, I Believed That I Grew, And Further Defined My Capacities – Not Just My Physical Ones, But My Interior Ones As Well, For Contentment, Friendship, Or Any Other Human Experience.