A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

One thing I'm interested in is what shapes us: the people? The place where we live? It's both of those and more. That's what I keep coming back to.

Each child brings so much joy and hope into the world, and that is reason enough for being here. As you grow older, you will contribute something else to this world, and only you can discover what that is.

On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.

I tried. Can't do it. Brain's empty.