“You can pull a goat off into the field, but a memory you can only haul into the sun and hope it desiccates. Dries to something crumbled and odorless.”
“You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.”
“All you can do is hope for a pattern to emerge, and sometimes it never does. Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.”
“They can be like the sun, words.They can do for the heart what light can for a field.”
“Still, with a plan, you only get the best you can imagine. I'd always hoped for something better than that.”
“That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.”