You have to work at creating your own culture.

Dor shook his head. “The phrase. What does it mean?” Sarah wondered if he was kidding. “Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you’re saying goodbye and it’s like no time passed at all?” His eyes drifted. He liked it. “Time flies.” “With you,” she added.

My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).

What in life can love not penetrate?

I think we hear a lot of talk about college, and we don't hear about early education.

Something is always happening somewhere.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.