Opening a door to the mysteries, hoping to shed a little dark on all the stuff we think we know.

If you hold on to the handle, it's easier to maintain the illusion of control. But it's more fun if you just let the wind carry you.

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 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'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.

Most people don't know there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life.