Slow people are just paying close attention.

Power's a strange thing, lad. It's a drug people like me crave it.

That was the best kind of story: when the teller was as much under its spell as the listener.

The other girls in the village never felt restless. Nhamo was like a pot of boiling water. 'I want...I want...,' she whispered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted and she had no idea how to find it.

But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.

The high point of your life was when you knocked me down

A little extra forgiveness never hurts," said Matt, quoting one of Celia's favorite sayings.