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

Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?

Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.

It's a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can't begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.

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.