Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

if only we lost our minds and arrived at our hearts

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

It's kind of strange-- in fiction you get to tell lies and are applauded for it.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea