Hallie and I... were all there was. The image in the mirror that proves you are still here. We had exactly one sister apiece. We grew up knowing the simple arithmetic of scarcity: A sister is more precious than an eye.

Maybe he's been in Africa so long he has forgotten that we Christians have our own system of marriage, and it is called Monotony.

This Forest eats itself and lives forever.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't.

But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

A breeze shook rain out of new leaves onto their hair, but in their pursuit of eternity they never noticed the chill.