I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Nothing is as bleak as the future, except the past.

We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.

Sometimes," he sighed, "I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.