Life is like a bowl of spaghetti. Every once in a while, you get a meatball.

The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

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.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

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.