That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.

I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.

Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.

We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will remember what Eric says even though he doesn't say a word. I will tell it to her.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

Things that look impossible suddenly seem a lot better, once you get God on board.

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.