Man needs bread and hyacinths: one to feed the body, and one to feed the soul.
I love the way that each book—any book—is its own journey. You open it, and off you go….
Then I thought, boy, isn't that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.
You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.
Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.
Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.
What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.
In a course of a lifetime, what does it matter?
A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.
You never know the worth of water until the well is dry.
Sometimes
when you are trying
not to think about something
it keeps popping back in your head
you can't help it
you think about it
and
think about it
and
think about it
until your brain
feels like
a squashed pea.
Life is like a bowl of spaghetti.
Every once in a while, you get a meatball.
… but it doesn't feel crazy to us.
It feels like what we do.
I tried.
Can't do it.
Brain's empty.
The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.
Maybe it was the same with people: if you studied them, you'd see new and different things. But would you like what you saw? Did it depend on who was doing the looking?
And what did I think
when I was small
and why did I forget?
And what else will I forget
when I grow older?
And if you forget
is it as if
it never happened?
Will none of the things
you saw or thought or dreamed
matter?
On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.
Don’t be in too much of a rush to be published. There is enormous value in listening and reading and writing—and then putting your words away for weeks or months–and then returning to your work to polish it some more.
when i reached the bottom, i finally understood what Guthrie meant when he shouted, "LIBERO!" It was a celebration of being alive
