Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.

The truth is, you don't need the Lord to do anything for you. He's already done His part. You've already got it, whatever "it" is.

He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.

And singing is a physical thing - your vocal cords are these muscles.

Raising a child is the only relationship you have where if you do it right, it will end in separation.

If I am your leader, you have to listen to me & if you don’t want to listen to me, then drop me as your leader

I became a professional cricket teacher about 20 years ago. I had a son born to me when I was 50, and I thought, he needs someone to bowl to him.

The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!

The world shrieks and sinks talons into our hearts. This we call memory.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change.