My sense of religion is Einstein’s sense of relativity. I don’t believe in God. I believe that energy never dies. So the possibility exists that you might be breathing in some other form of Moses or Buddha or Muhammad or Bobby Kennedy or Roosevelt or Martin Luther King or Jesus. Hey, it’s possible!
In my prayers every day, which are a combination of Hebrew prayers and Shakespeare and Sondheim lyrics and things people have said to me that I’ve written down and shoved in my pocket, I also say the name of every person I’ve ever known who’s passed on. Because it’s my way of making sure they know that they’re around.
I got married because I wanted to do something that was more than I understood, because my feelings were more than I understood. /AND/ What makes a good marriage? The good fortune of picking the right partner to battle it out with you and never quit on you through the hell storms.
First you give everything you have to your children, and then if you’re lucky they give it back to you as little reminders of everything you’ve dropped along the way. But Dad, you said this. Dad, how could you forget that?