It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?