There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by myself.

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

These are little packets of light and you need to plant them early in the year and remember to mark where they were because lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning and it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are.

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

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

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

We went to a church that had missionaries who'd come back once a year from Fiji & give talks. I remember one of them saying it was very hard work telling people they were going to lose their everlasting souls if they didn't shape up. I pictured people sitting on the beach listening to this sweaty man all dressed in black telling them they were going to burn in hell & them thinking this was good fun, these scary stories this guy was telling them & afterwards, they'd all go home & eat mango & fish & they'd play Monopoly & laugh & laugh & they'd go to bed & wake up the next day & do it all again.