“Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.”

“A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?”

“Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next...”

“It's a very old word, it means 'to breathe into.' That's how it works: An angel breathes into men and shows us what to play, what to draw. How to find the truth of who we are and why we are here.”

“What more does one ask of life, really, but to stagger from moment to moment with a reason to wake and wait for the next reason to wake?”

“Life is a storm. One moment you can be basking in the sunlight, the next you could be shattered against the rocks. What you do when that moment comes is what makes you the person you are.”