If it's us", she whispered, "how come you get to decide?" When he didn't answer - couldn't answer - she turned and stared out the front window. As it turned out, they were still in the parking lot. They hadn't gotten anywhere at all.

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

How far can a person go... and still live with himself.

We could all be lucky. We could all be what we want to be, instead of who someone else told us to be.

What if instead of focusing on what you don't have, you concentrate on what you've got?

If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.