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In A Newspaper, You Only Have So Much Room. It Teaches You The Value Of Getting To The Point, Of Not Pampering Yourself With Your Glorious Writing. I've Always Been Much More Interested In One Powerful Sentence That Stays With You. That's My Style.

-Mitch Albom

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Mitch Albom

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In A Newspaper, You Only Have So Much Room. It Teaches You The Value Of Getting To The Point, Of Not Pampering Yourself With Your Glorious Writing. I've Always Been Much More Interested In One Powerful Sentence That Stays With You. That's My Style.

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When You're Rotten About Yourself, You Become Rotten To Everyone Else, Even Those You Love.

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You Were One Person, And You Changed The World.

There Is No Such Thing As 'too Late' In Life.

Dor Shook His Head. “the Phrase. What Does It Mean?” Sarah Wondered If He Was Kidding. “time Flies? You Know, Like, Time Goes Really Fast And Suddenly You’re Saying Goodbye And It’s Like No Time Passed At All?” His Eyes Drifted. He Liked It. “time Flies.” “with You,” She Added.

Ends Are For Yesterday, Not Tomorrows.

We All Lose Somebody We Care About And Want To Find Some Comforting Way Of Dealing With It, Something That Will Give Us A Little Closure, A Little Peace.

...if You're Trying To Show Off For People At The Top, Forget It. They Will Look Down On You Anyhow. And If You're Trying To Show Off For People At The Bottom, Forget It. They Will Only Envy You. Status Will Get You Nowhere. Only An Open Heart Will Allow You To Float Equally Between Everyone.

Tuesdays With Morrie

So Many Times I Feel I'm Using The Same Words Over And Over, Like A Woman Wearing The Same Dress Every Day. So Boring!

Courage Is Confused With Picking Up Arms And Cowardness Is Confused With Laying Them Down.

But Then She Did. She Died. No More Visits, No More Phone Calls. And Without Even Realizing It, I Began To Drift, As If My Roots Had Been Pulled, As If I Were Floating Down Some Side Branch Of A River.

There Is No Experience Like Having Children.’ That’s All. There Is No Substitute For It. You Cannot Do It With A Friend. You Cannot Do It With A Lover. If You Want The Experience Of Having Complete Responsibility For Another Human Being, And To Learn How To Love And Bond In The Deepest Way, Then You Should Have Children.

Now You Know How Badly Someone Wanted You, Charley. Children Forget That Sometimes. They Think Of Themselves As A Burden Instead Of A Wish Granted.

Tension Of Opposites.

Had He Known His Death Was Imminent, He Might Have Gone Somewhere Else. Instead, He Did What We All Do. He Went About His Dull Routine As If All The Days In The World Were Still To Come. ~pg 4

All Parents Damage Their Children. It Cannot Be Helped.

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