And oh I want so much to sing, I tell myself no. But it is so hard to keep from singing.

Or, in truth, eventually, though I still noticed, the callouses on my spirit prevented wounds (p.75).

Forgiveness is a little thing when love is there.

Secrets could never be rushed. They had to come of their own accord, on their own schedule. That way ,when they came , the offered themselves as a gift.

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket.

You have to live life if you're going to create believable lives on paper.

Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.