in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.

You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt - an immense leap of an attempt - to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.