Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.

I'll be darned!" said Douglas. "I never thought of that. That's brilliant! It's true. Old people never were children!" "And it's kind of sad," said Tom, sitting still."There's nothing we can do to help them.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

In your reading, find books to improve your color sense, your sense of shape and size in the world.

I feel I'm doing what I should've done a lifetime ago. For a little while I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm doing the right thing at last. Maybe it's because I've done a rash thing and don't want to look the coward to you.

Long before you knew what death was you were wishing it on someone else.

I'm interested in having fun with ideas, throwing them up in the air like confetti and then running under them.