When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.

What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.