The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

Here is the boy, drowning.

You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

Stories are the wildest things of all. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you’ve got to do is find a way to live there.