“My pains, sometimes seem like witch hunters: confess, confess, confess. Like a heavy stone on my rib-cage.Confess to what?And, of course, I would confess, if only I knew what it was they wanted to ...”

“I was well-read but perhaps that only made me stupid.”

“Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like a privileged?”

“There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place.”

“Perhaps it's impolite to die so flippantly, after all she's done for me.”

“You hear about ghosts: sad ghosts, angry ghosts.I'll tell you, the worst is when they laugh, and the worst sort are the ones whose faces I've forgotten.”

“What Is Revealed Through You Is What Impacts The World”

“A legacy is the impact and impression an individual makes and leaves behind in the lives of others; it no longer represents the individual, it represents the people who carry on his or her name wit...”

“People underestimate the impact of a new reality.”

“To withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.”

“You have to follow your own voice. You have to be yourself when you write. In effect, you have to announce, 'This is me, this is what I stand for, this is what you get when you read me. I'm doing t...”

“...if you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone...”