Being a writer is a good, good thing.
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.
Truth is when your mind and your gut agree.
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.
No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.
I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).