When my mother died and left me all alone, I began to realize that some things, like being loved, were more important than one's image, money, and accomplishments.

Life is all about love. Everything — hate, lust, money, power, death, birth — it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.

Unfortunately, loving someone doesn't obligate them to love you back

I'd just done the most important thing a person can ever do. I'd made life. At the very instant he was put into my arms, I loved this new person more than anyone but a mother can understand.