If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can & there is nothing more to it than that.

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.

The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same

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.

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.

The most important thing you leave behind is the stuff that turns into treasures when children find it

There came a moment in the middle of the song when he suddenly felt every heartbeat in the room & after that he never forgot that he was part of something much bigger