Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.
Said the river: imagine everything you can imagine, then keep on going.
I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.
What can we do but keep on breathing in and out, modest and willing, and in our places?
I know many lives worth living.
I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.