And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.

Home gives you something no other place can... your history. Home is where your history begins.

Novalee watched his lips shape the words...the sounds, like whispered secrets, hanging in the air.

She always set three alarms for fear that the first employees to arrive would discover her sleeping - a Goldilocks without her bears

Our lives can change with every breath we take.

You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course.

Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with people, seems like love's a hard thing to know. It gets all mixed up. I mean, you can love one person in one way and another person in another way. But how do you know you love the right one in every way?