Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility – but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

Part of loving kids is laying down fencelines. They need to know immediately when they’ve crossed a line; otherwise the lesson doesn’t get learned.

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

I travel not only for the passion and madness and desire of movement, but because travel, like bread and water and air, becomes necessary to a life fully dreamed and lived.

Wake up. Be thankful. For whatever happens on this day, you are endlessly given the chance to start again-to be alive. And all of us should wish for that.

You haven’t seen a thing until you’ve seen this man fight. My sword is sharp. My heart strong. My spirit ferocious – and I am going to live. Let the swords clash. Let the fight...

Living isn’t always red bows and birthday balloons.

Old is old at any age. Old is when you quit asking questions about this, that, and everything. Old is when you forget how to love-or worse, don’t care. Old is when you don’t want...

I LOVE YOU” If said only when you have to?What good is it to ride a horse if you cannot gallop?What good is it to believe in someone if you doubt your own belief?

Sometimes the best way is to get out of your own way.

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

No one OWES you a THING. So don’t EXPECT it. You’re on your OWN.

So curious you must be. Like little calves poking their heads through the fence with big eyes and a headful of curiosity.

Don’t have kids until you’re ready. And when you do have them, have them all the way. They aren’t like some Cadillac that you can turn back into the dealership after three years.

A Good Man. Every night, like a question-and-answer prayer, my son and I recite…What are you going to be? And he says…An honest man. A fair man. A courageous man. And a good man. That’s...

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

Marriage is love put to it’s ultimate test – the grindstone of life. Where the idealism of love meets the everydayness of marriage.

Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to.

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven’t seen, how much I’m not going to see, and how much I still need to see.

Be the greatest of who you were meant to be. Life goes on ferociously-with or without you. It is your choice. Truly and magnificently your choice.

Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don’t go away.

Sometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore.

It’s a heck of a responsibility to look after a spirit. So give kids the best of who you are. That’s the most you can ever do.

I want to remember…Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard...

You know there’s got to be a better way of life – somewhere, sometime, somehow – but you’re not exactly sure what better is.

Starting the day—Another chance to be new again. How many of us still wish for that? To be your own sunrise. To awaken like a prayer—both solemn and joyful at still being alive . ....

You become a man when, in having children, you not only physically look after and protect them but also protect them with all the love and learning you have to give.

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

Your time is your time. Be awake to it. It’s hard work to be wisely alive.

In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is...

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you’ve done it all before, and you’re going to do it again, so why do it at all.

Don’t spoil kids by trying to buy them off, to buy their time. Kids aren’t stupid. They know a bribe when they see one. They want a parent not a payoff.

I remember once kissing you, your face lit by northern stars. Promising to grow old with you, and now so simply breaking the promise.

Remember, Little Ones, everything is not important all the time. Only living is important all the time. Not things. Not money. Not more things and more endless money. Spend well the quality of your time....

There’s so much to learn. So much to enjoy. So terribly much to be curious about. Take your life and run with it. Make a habit of being alive. This much of anything, I have...

As an adult, be child-like as you learn but not child-ish as you live.

POLITENESS must carry the true weight of SINCERITY and INTEGRITY for it to be a true act of POLITENESS.

But more importantly in my book of life, it’s what you can’t buy with money that is often more important than what you can buy.

Kids are kids and not little adults. They’re watching and listening to you all the time. They’re figuring out the game plan but still don’t know all the rules. Talk straight to them and they’ll...

It is you who must someday break through the protective polish of who you are, to become naked and powerful to who you can truly be.

Money-it can buy your kids anything, but it cannot teach them love, respect, and the true value of living life without things.

These Moments Cascade Upon One Another”Here at shepherd’s dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away. I grasp...

It’s a fool who thinks having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fish heads I’ve ever heard.

Enjoy what you are learning and doing. This is one of the hardest concepts in the entire world to understand. Harder yet to put into practice.

My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .

As I see it, you GET married – but you MAKE a marriage.

Dream young. Don’t settle for old – for to be old is to be superstitious and without curiosity and always questioning your faith. And be ferocious in your dreaming – run like a sun’s explosion,...

Hate is a very strong, pure emotion to be wasted on people you don’t care about.

The things you don’t know or understand are as important as your desire to know them. This is the relationship of man to mystery.