“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .”

“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us.”

“The thought weaves into her unexpectedly, as so many thoughts do, time again. How do you make the remembering stop?”

“Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?”

“No matter how much they want it, or how much I want it, I can't make it happen. The feeling of failure is familiar. I always tried so hard to be everything they wanted”

“what's fate to you, opal? she asks. opal leans back, too. oh, lots of things. lots and lots of things all pushed up against each other that makes something else happen. so much pushing it just can't happen any other way - unless you push back to make it not. ”

“There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.”