Part of doing something is listening. We are listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.

I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, "This is what I believe. Finished." What I believe is alive ... and open to growth

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

Meg, don't you think you'd make a better adjustment to life if you faced facts?" I do face facts," Meg said. They're lots easier to face than people, I can tell you.

Friends do everything they can to protect each other." --Polly

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with faith. Faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.