So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was alone, a parade of one.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

Home is everything you can walk to.

She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as "nothing" I walked in a gray world of nothing.

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for? I kept thinking of Señor Saguaro's question: Whose affection do you value more, hers or the others'?

And the trouble with bad times is, you can't sleep through them.

So distracting, so complete is she that she is gone before many realize that she had no escort, she was along, a parade of one.

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.

...torna-se difícil acreditar Nele quando o céu e a terra podem chegar a se explicar por si mesmos.

Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him, I wrote, with more confidence. It can't be done. More important -- don't let him try to change you. He can't do it either, but men always try.

Colors are vibrating light energies, each “color ray” produces a sound that affects matter.

Our photographs are our best proof to others that we lived the things we lived in the past!

Try lighting your house by prayer instead of electricity and see which one works.

Legislation needs a better reason than that lawyers like it, and that America does it.

Neutrinos ... win the minimalist contest: zero charge, zero radius, and very possibly zero mass.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

The most certain sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness; her state is like that of things in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.

The question for writing then is this: how long are you willing to be unheard?