I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

We grow too old to lose old friends.

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you can’t see that you hope you will see, what hasn’t been that might be.