“Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.”

“There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting; It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder, It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder, It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.”

“Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still are.”

“It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.”

“Being good felt like a heavy coat, so I took it off.”

“Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.”