It takes writing a billion bad words before you get to the good ones.

I'll hold on to the world tight some day. I've got one finger on it now; that's a beginning.

The blizzard doesn't last forever; it just seems so.

He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.

If you had your way you’d pass a law to abolish all the little jobs, the little things. But then you’d leave yourselves nothing to do between the big jobs and you’d have a devil of a time thinking up things to do so you wouldn’t go crazy. Instead of that, why not let nature show you a few things? Cutting grass and pulling weeds can be a way of life, son.

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived.

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.