The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

He wept, and it felt as if the tears were cleansing him, as if his body needed to empty itself.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

Think only on the climb. Think on what you control

You eat canned tuna fish and you absorb protein. Then, if you're lucky, someone give you Dover Sole and you experience nourishment. It's the same with books.

...now he saw the familiar wide river beside the path differently. He saw all of the light and color and history it contained and carried in its slow - moving water; and he knew that there was an Elsewhere from which it came, and an Elsewhere to which it was going

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.