Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

April is a promise of what's to come.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.