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

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.

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.

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

Time stands still best in moments that look suspiciously like ordinary life.

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.

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.