“One foggy night I was walking the dogs down the lane and heard the geese, very close overhead, calling, calling, their marvellous strange cry, as they flew by. I think that is what our own best prayer must sound like when we send it up to heaven.”

“I just happened to be in the neighborhood, walking my dog..." This was sounding lame. "Several miles from my home,in the middle of the night,in the snow.And I found myself in your backyard."His eyes flew open. "With the cats?""If that's what you call them.”

“I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, 'End of Summer.’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.”

“Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.”

“our moral reasoning is plagued by two illusions. The first illusion can be called the wag-the-dog illusion: We believe that our own moral judgment (the dog) is driven by our own moral reasoning (the tail). The second illusion can be called the wag-theother-dog's-tail illusion: In a moral argument, we expect the successful rebuttal of an opponent's arguments to change the opponent's mind. Such a belief is like thinking that forcing a dog's tail to wag by moving it with your hand will make the dog happy.”

“I slid closer, feeling his arms close around me, tightening. Our lips touched--"Derek?" his dad called. "Chloe?"Derek let out a growl. I laughed and backed up."We seem to get a lot of that, don't we?" I said."Too much. After we eat, we're going for a walk. A long walk. Far from every possible interruption."I grinned up at him. "Sounds like a plan”