When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

"Wait and see" is no easier now than it was as a child.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

A man's worth isn't measured by a bank register or diploma... It's about integrity

The first step of a journey is always the longest.