“...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...”

“Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.”

“Home. When it rains, you can smell the leaves in the forest and the sand. It's all so small and mild, the landscape surrounding the lake, so manageable. The leaves and the sand are so close, it's as if you might, if you wanted, pull them on over your head. And the lake always laps at the shore so gently, licking the hand you dip into it like a young dog, and the water is soft and shallow.”

“Only through pain will you have beauty. Only through suffering will you find peace. I wrap, I bind, but you will have the reward.”

“When you are ready to move on or if you come to peace with pain, you’ll find a silver lining.”

“Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.”