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.

There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.

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.

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

There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good.

Empty Spaces:After his father died he carried his life more gently & left an empty space for the birds & other creatures.

If you're talking to a child, you're going, 'This is the wonder of science and here's why I'm so fascinated by it.'