Being Alive Was All Right Then: He

For A Long Time He Had Been White Smoke. He Did Not Realize That Until He Left The Hospital, Because White Smoke Had No Consciousness Of Itself. It Faded Into The White World Of Their Bed Sheets And Walls; It Was Sucked Away By The Words Of Doctors Who Tried To Talk To The Invisible Scattered Smoke... They Saw His Outline But They Did Not Realize It Was Hollow Inside.

The Only Way To Get Change Is Not Through The Courts Or - Heaven Forbid - The Politicians, But Through A Change Of Human Consciousness And Through A Change Of Heart. Only Through The Arts - Music, Poetry, Dance, Painting, Writing - "can We Really Reach Each Other.

When Someone Dies, You Don't Get Over It By Forgetting; You Get Over It By Remembering, And You Are Aware That No Person Is Ever Truly Lost Or Gone Once They Have Been In Our Life And Loved Us, As We Have Loved Them.

You Don't Have Anything If You Don't Have The Stories.

I Will Tell You Something About Stories . . . They Aren't Just Entertainment. Don't Be Fooled. They Are All We Have, You See, All We Have To Fight Off Illness And Death.