“wind stinging our facesoverhead the birdsshrieking turn backturn back turn backbehind us, look,bright fields, the seaglinting gold!we've come this farchasing the rain,the sun at our heels.”

“Sour wine laughter song a bagful of wishesmy satchel of skin my brittle bones— Chasing the rain The sun at my heels”

“We kept a jarful of keyson a forgotten shelfin the house.What doors they opened,or what they kept forever locked,before they came by accidentor chance into our little jar,we never learned.”

“She flutters a hand and historybreathes—innocence returns,sin ripens on the tree of knowledge,death comes to be.”

“She battened on a truthshe knew I too must own:when what’s at stakeis loyalty or love,hers are the true rights.”

“Who can teach a heart what the heart desires?”

“Our minds, as well as our bodies, have need of the out-of-doors. Our spirits, too, need simple things, elemental things, the sun and the wind and the rain, moonlight and starlight, sunrise and mist and mossy forest trails, the perfumes of dawn and the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ancient music of wind among the trees.”