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.

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

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.

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.'

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

I sometimes wake in the early morning & listen to the soft breathing of my children & I think to myself, this is one thing I will never regret & I carry that quiet with me all day long.