Faith with proof is no faith at all.

I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

Here I am. Here we are. Here we go. Here is all that matters.

Now that I've seen her, I can't stop seeing her.

A thing worth learning is worth learning well.

You went up a girl and came down a woman.

Viola blows out a thoughtful air. "My dad used to say, 'There's only forward, Vi, only outward and up.'" "There's only forward," I repeat. "Outward and up," she says.