There's something about rushing water that I can watch for hours and feel as if I need to do nothing more. It's alive in a way that's greater than any description of it.

their powerlessness, innocence, and imagination fused to enable them to turn time inside out, travel on the wind, and enter the souls of animals.

To see the beauty of the world is to put your hands on lines that run uninterrupted through life and through death. Touching them is an act of hope, for perhaps someone on the other side, if there is another side, is touching them, too.

And how does God speak to you?" "In the language of everything that is beautiful.

I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.

She knew words no one had ever heard of, and she used words every day that had been mainly dead or sleeping for hundreds of years.

Because there were all kinds of hell - some were black and dirty, and some were silvery and high.