What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked?

Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.

When I read good stories, I want to write good stories too.

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

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

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

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.