“He found himself thinking about his childhood. "Why do you drink so much, Maestro?" "This is not a music question." "Are you sad, Maestro?" "Again, not a music question." "I am sad sometimes, Maestro." "Practice more. Speak less. You'll be… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“He wondered how it was fair that your dying should depend so much on when you were born.” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“After the funeral, my life changed. I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
Giving to other people makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. Not what I look like in the mirror. When I… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“If the only thing wrong with Moses is that he's not yours; if the only thing wrong with Jesus is that he's not yours;… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Sometimes your kids will say the nastiest things, won't they, Rose? You want to ask,'Whose child is this?'" Rose chuckled. "But usually, they're just… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“I had also developed my own culture. Work. Over the years, I had taken labor as my companion and had moved everything else to… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
