I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I'm going to hear. On you - if it's Tuesday. Because we're Tuesday people.

How long have i been dead?A minute. An hour. A thousand years

But it's hard to explain, Mitch. Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer than I ever did before.. ..I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But - how can I put this? - I'm almost... drawn to them.

Dying," Morrie suddenly said, "is the only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else. So many of the people who come to visit me are unhappy.

But it's hard to explain, Mitch. Now that I'm suffering, I feel closer to people who suffer than I ever did before. The other night, on TV, I saw people in Bosnia running across the street, getting fired upon, killed, innocent victims... and I just started to cry. I feel their anguish as if it were my own. I don't know any of these people. But--how can I put this?--I'm almost... drawn to them.

the words people do not speak are louder than the ones they do.

If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I'm amazed by how many people don't bother to do that.

People often belittle the place where they were born.

We're Tuesday people.