“And see the peaceful trees extendtheir myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky and cloudupon the fountain of their veins.”
“...the blossom of our family, like one of those miraculous fruit trees that taps into an invisible vein of nurture and bears radiant bushels of plums while the trees around it merely go on living.”
“The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.”
“Bears that dance, bears that don't.”
“We give up leisure in order that we may have leisure, just as we go to war in order that we may have peace.”
“Every tree and plant in the medouw seemed to be dancing, those with average eyes would see as fixed and still.”