When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.
Louise ErdrichSo what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
Louise ErdrichOld love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
Louise ErdrichBut then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.
Louise Erdrich