She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.

Seems to me people are mean or evil because they're scared, mostly, or in pain, or afraid they're going to lose something.

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

If people like you, they'll listen to you, but if they trust you, they'll do business with you.

Because you're not what I would have you be, I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.

When dogs and humans make eye contact, that actually releases what's known as the love hormone, oxytocin, in both the dog and the human.

Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honour, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.

Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

I am mentally preparing myself for the five-year-old mind. I want to come down to their physical limitations and up to their sense of wonder and awe.

Corporate culture matters. How management chooses to treat its people impacts everything - for better or for worse.