“Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".”
“There is something beautiful about a sunny winter day,A break from harsh gray skies and harsh cold winds,A bright warm sun and clear blue skies instead.”
“Now are the woods all black,But still the sky is blue.”
“the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.”
“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”
“I tell myself your spirits were down the day you wrote. You're fine and we're fine. I hope it's true.”