Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.

A flower is a plant's way of making love.

Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.

If you ask me, when something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.

It's the same struggle for each of us, and the same path out: the utterly simple, infinitely wise, ultimately defiant act of loving one thing and then another, loving our way back to life.