“A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the night wind began to come down from the hills, but it felt like a breath from another world.”

“The dark hills, with the darker spruces marching over them, looked grim on early falling nights, but Ingleside bloomed with firelight and laughter, though the winds come in from the Atlantic singing of mournful things. "Why isn't the wind happy, Mummy?" asked Walter one night. "Because it is remembering all the sorrow of the world since it began," answered Anne.”

“The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.”

“A cool breeze laden with iodine blew in from the sea.”

“There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...”

“That there are no random acts. That we are all connected. That you can no more separate onw life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.”