Our Plans Are Small And Somewhat Absurd.

Value Is Not Made Of Money, But A Tender Balance Of Expectation And Longing.

It's Surprising How Much Memory Is Built Around Things Unnoticed At The Time.

I Lost A Child," She Said, Meeting Lusa's Eyes Directly. "i Thought I Wouldn't Live Through It. But You Do. You Learn To Love The Place Somebody Leaves Behind For You.

It Kills You To See Them Grow Up. But I Guess It Would Kill You Quicker If They Didn't.

...prodigal Summer, The Season Of Extravagant Procreation. It Could Wear Out Everything In Its Path With Its Passionate Excesses, But Nothing Alive With Wings Or A Heart Or A Seed Curled Into Itself In The Ground Could Resist Welcoming It Back When It Came.