“A single red bucket dangled from a single spoke like the last fruit of summer, or like autumn's final leaf.”

“When facing a single tree, if you look at a single one of its red leaves, you will not see all the others. When the eye is not set on one leaf, and you face the tree with nothing at all in mind, any number of leaves are visible to the eye without limit. But if a single leaf holds the eye, it will be as if the remaining leaves were not there.”

“Was sorrow, in the end, a private thing? A closed container? Something that, like a bucket of water, could be borne only on a single pair of shoulders?”

“There was always an uncertain promise dangling in the future like a golden fruit hanging from some fantastic bough.”

“Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard."[Give me the splendid silent sun]”

“Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch, every twig, every leaf is a possible future.”