“I carry your love like a backpack. I only wish your love had a larger cargo capacity, and had zippers instead of Velcro.”

“I wish I had [made that song]. No, I don't That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all that.''What makes it yours?''I love it so.''Does loving a thing make it yours?''I think so, Mother -- at least more than anything else can. . . . Love makes the only myness,' said Diamond.”

“I possessed only a book, which I carried in my small backpack. Suddenly, while I was walking, the book began to burn. Dawn was breaking and almost no cars passed. While throwing the charred backpack in an irrigation ditch I felt my back sting as though I had wings.”

“When I was your age...I wish I'd known that I already had everything I needed within myself to be happy, instead of looking for happiness at beauty counters.”

“What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?”

“I have a whisper like a zipper. Your secret is safe in my pants.”