Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

The risk of all friendship is, alas, a little grief.

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

we raise them for us

Anyone can be a story. Everyone is.

I love theater. I grew up doing theater.

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

You see the button with the guy with the tray, and you push it, and he arrives with a sandwich! And you think: "Yes! Yes! I control sandwich monkey! I live in magic land, magic land, magic land"

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

Wouldn't it be a tragedy to get to the top of the ladder and find you placed it against the wrong wall?

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

Mean-spirited mediocrities, especially those with a smattering of learning, are the most likely to be opinionated. Only strong minds know how to correct their opinions and abandon a bad position.

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.