I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

The only thing worse than being sad is for others to know you are sad.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

Just about every children's book in my local bookstore has an animal for its hero. But then, only a few feet away in the cookbook section, just about every cookbook includes recipes for cooking animals. Is there a more illuminating illustration of our paradoxical relationship with the nonhuman world?

Sadness of love without release.

Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon. You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.

i couldn't speak the language of his feelings