I feel the stars. Each sparkle sets aflame the pain in my heart.

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

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.

A massive and brilliant accomplishment--the first English translation of the original Grimm brothers' fairy tales. The plain telling is that much more forceful for its simplicity and directness, particularly in scenes of naked self-concern and brutality. Hate, spite, love, magic, all self-evident, heartbreaking, delightful. I will return to this book over and over, no doubt about it.

Learning is not the accumulation of knowledge, but rather, one thing only: understanding

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