As he heard me approach, he quickly leaped up, grabbing a nearby loaf of bread and holding it in front of him as if struck by a sudden desire to make a sandwich.

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

I bet you can't eat ten bananas!" "I bet you're right.

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

Nothing happens for ages, and then all the changes come at once.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.