She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.

You may not remember the time you let me go first. Or the time you dropped back to tell me it wasn't that far to go. Or the time you waited at the crossroads for me to catch up. You may not remember any of those, but I do and this is what I have to say to you: Today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.

I don't blame you for everything, she told me. Just the stuff my friends & I can agree on.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

I used to believe my father about everything but then I had children myself & now I see how much stuff you make up just to keep yourself from going crazy.