How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.

How does one craft happiness out of something as important, as complicated, as unrepeatable and as easily damaged as life?

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.