Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

A lot of you cared, just not enough.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

I decided to find out how people at school might react if one of the students never came back.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

You can’t conceive, my child, nor can I or anyone the … appalling … strangeness of the mercy of God.

To be devoid of life is to lack spiritual dimension that brings heaven to earth

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.

True felicity consists of its own consciousness.

We cannot create jobs without company owners, the state cannot create jobs by decree.

I believe poetry has very little to do with memory.

Mindfulness allows us to watch our thoughts, see how one thought leads to the next, decide if we're heading down an unhealthy path, and, if so, let go and change directions.

You know, when I'm playing, I think of myself in front of the Wailing Wall with a saxophone in my hands, and I'm davening, I'm really telling it to the Wall.

Either all days are holy or none are.