I am the richest person alive (or at least one of!) because I get to do what I love as a career.

Why did I keep hitching myself to dreams as big as that Montana sky? I was like Rooster Jim's chickens, with no way to fly that high.

There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.

Isn't it fascinating how long a few minutes seem when you are completely alone with not a familiar face in sight?

Why couldn't I be more like other girls my age? Take Mrs. Brown's niece. She spent every waking hour sizing up this beau or that, stitching tea towels and petticoats and putting aside a little each month for a set of Spode Buttercup dishes.

Hon, when someone's a true friend, there's no need to miss 'em." She patted her chest. "'Cause they're always right here.

The worst thing of all is standing by when folks are doing something wrong.