He and I had a bridge that no one else traveled that made us artistic lovers, passionate without a touch of the flesh. He made me thrive, and valuing that, I could do nothing that would endanger it.

God taking from us and loving us at the same time by providing comforters was a kind of spiritual equanimity. It seemed a phenomenon of life how a death insinuates us into the debt of those who stand by us in trouble and console us.

Everybody works . . . . That's what life is. Work and a little play and a lot of prayer.

Look long enough, out or in, and you’ll be glad you are who you are.

If two people love the same thing, she reasoned, then they must love each other, at least a little, even if they never say it.

Think hard before you begin, then enter the work.

You know, bicycling isn't just a matter of balance," I said. "it's a matter of faith. You can keep upright only by moving forward. You have to have your eyes on the goal, not the ground. I'm going to call that the Bicyclist's Philosophy of Life.