This could be a whole life," she thought. "You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wires. Some people are born and kept living just to come to this.

If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.

We'll leave now, so that this moment will remain a perfect memory...let it be our song and think of me every time you hear it.

And always, there was the magic of learning things.

Look at everything as though you are seeing it for the first time.

Francie was ten years old when she first found an outlet in writing. What she wrote was of little consequence. What was important was that the attempt to write stories kept her straight on the dividing line between truth and fiction. If she had not found this outlet in writing, she might have grown up to be a tremendous liar.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.