It's as much a spiritual experience as an intellectual experience. You can't go through this exhibit without understanding what a treasure our bodies really are.

How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?

And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or just let me be. I don't know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me.

I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

Experience had taught me that even the most precious memories fade with the passage of time.

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?