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

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 am only strong enough for a life of partial virtue.

I was never good at hide and seek because I'd always make enough noise so my friends would be sure to find me. I don't have anyone to play those games with any more, but now and then I make enough noise just in case someone is still looking and hasn't found me yet.

I like geography best, he said, because your mountains & rivers know the secret. Pay no attention to boundaries.

I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.

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.