Well, I Think, You Know, The Arts

I Don't Remember My Father Reading To Me, But I Remember Him Telling Me Bedtime Stories. I Got To Pick What Was In Them, And Then He'd Make Them Up.

I Have Come To Believe, More Strongly Than Ever, That After People Die They Really Do Live On Through Those Who Love Them.

When You're Going Through Something, Whether It's A Wonderful Thing Like Having A Child Or A Sad Thing Like Losing Somebody, You Often Feel Like 'oh My God, I'm So Overwhelmed; I'm Dealing With This Huge Thing On My Own.' In Fact, Poetry's A Nice Reminder That, No, Everybody Goes Through It. These Are Universal Experiences.

After My Mom Died, There Was So Much Written About Her Fashion And Her Style And All That, And I Felt That One Of The Most Important Parts Of Her Was Missing, Her Real Intellectual Curiosity.

Sometimes It Takes A While To Recognize That Someone Has A Special Ability To Get Us To Believe In Ourselves, To Tie That Belief To Our Highest Ideals And Imagine That Together We Can Do Great Things. In Those Rare Moments, When Such A Person Comes Along, We Need To Put Aside Our Plans And Reach For What We Know Is Possible.