I love to hold people's hands when I visit hospitals, even though they >>
It is a weakness that I lead from my heart, and not my head? >>
I love meeting people and helping them. >>
Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory. >>
One lives in the world's memory only by what they have done in the wor >>
Time -- our youth -- it never really goes, does it? It is all held in >>
This boy is dead now, I knew it before taking him in my arms, I can remember his face, his suffering, his voice.