You're better than seven years of food. You're better than windows. You're even better than the sky.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

Goodness knows she is too fierce for you Goodness knows she has eyes for a lord Goodness knows she yet will prove untrue Her cheek's blush is as false as her word

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

I let my head fall back, and I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky. It was morning. Some of the sky was yellow, some the softest blue. One small cloud scuttled along. Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky.

Here's the thing about home: you can create it most anywhere, as long as you gather your people around you.

I am not sure I am ready to know what I think about that, so I dare not write it out.