You had to endure something yourself before it touched you.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.

Watch that boy. He's going to startle somebody someday.

Look on each day that comes as a challenge, as a test of courage. The pain will come in waves, some days worse than others, for no apparent reason. Accept the pain. Little by little, you will find new strength, new vision, born of the very pain and loneliness which seem, at first, impossible to master.

The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone so minded can buy a seat on a plane and feel himself master of the skies. Even so, he will not have rock under his feet, or air upon his face; nor will he know the silence that comes only on the hills.