If he loved a shirt, he’d order 10 or 100 of them.


He was willing to be misunderstood.


He was like a girl in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods. He tracked and worried about the romantic lives of the people working with him.


 ...Lots of that one vegetable. But one. Broccoli. In season. Simply prepared. With just the right, recently snipped, herb.


He spoke reverently about colleges and loved walking around the Stanford campus.


He tried. He always, always tried, and always with love at the core of that effort. He was an intensely emotional man.


...generally disliked cutting in line