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

You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

I am drawn to the ways in which we are shaped by people and by place.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

I wondered about Mrs. Winterbottom and what she meant about living a tiny life. If she didn't like all that baking and cleaning and jumping up to get bottles of nail polish remover and sewing hems, why did she do it? Why didn't she tell them to do some of the things themselves? Maybe she was afraid there would be nothing left for her to do. There would be no need for her and she would become invisible and no one would notice.

My granny Torrelli says when you are angry with someone, so angry you are thinking hateful things, so angry maybe you want to punch them, then you should think of the good things about them, and the nice things they've said, and why you liked them in the first place.

I prayed to trees. This was easier than praying directly to God. There was nearly always a tree nearby.