The birds brought seeds & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.

I've read a lot of books, so I know bunches of stuff that sounds like it could be true.

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.

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.

You're the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we'd know each other a long time.

I hope someday you see this is all life wants: for you to be your own kind of beautiful & not the kind that makes you forget who you are.

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.