“For one short wet month early in the next year the drought lifted. Spring tipped in like green well water frothing at the hedges bubbling at the roadside splashing from the cottage roof in garlands of ivy and stringflower ”

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

“in the summer, it's short greens and tall greens and sometimes a smudge of other colors. In winter, it's squinty white,and sometimes deep when it looks flat. In early spring and late fall, the town gets brown and black, like an old photograph.”

“ The well of your soul will not experience the drought until in front of her will appear the moment of eternity to drink from the water of death.”

“Life is mostly froth and bubble,Two things stand like stone.Kindness in another's trouble,Courage in your own.”

“Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim.”