We agreed with him in principal - we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.

What we lose in our great human exodus from the land is a rooted sense, as deep and intangible as religious faith, of why we need to hold on to the wild and beautiful places that once surrounded us.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

There's a graveyard in northern France where all the dead boys from D-Day are buried. The white crosses reach from one horizon to the other. I remember looking it over and thinking it was a forest of graves. But the rows were like this, dizzying, diagonal, perfectly straight, so after all it wasn't a forest but an orchard of graves. Nothing to do with nature, unless you count human nature.

The most assiduous task of parenting is to divine the difference between boundaries and bondage.