My Mother Used To Tell Me That

Sometimes I Think There's A Beast That Lives Inside Me, In The Cavern That's Where My Heart Should Be, And Every Now And Then It Fills Every Last Inch Of My Skin, So That I Can't Help But Do Something Inappropriate. Its Breath Is Full Of Lies; It Smells Of Spite.

History Isn't About Dates And Places And Wars. It's About The People Who Fill The Spaces Between Them.

It Was Possible That A Miracle Was Not Something That Happened To You, But Rather Something That Didn’t.

That's What Love Is. It's Some Power Greater Than You And Me, That Draws Us To One Special Person

I Don't Believe In God. But Sitting There, In A Room Full Of Those Who Feel Otherwise, I Realize That I Do Believe In People. In Their Strength To Help Each Other, And To Thrive In Spite Of The Odds, I Believe That The Extraordinary Trumps The Ordinary, Any Day. I Believe That Having Something To Hope For -- Even If It's Just A Better Tomorrow -- Is The Most Powerful Drug On This Planet.