“the egrets lifting out of the marxh carrying the light on their backs.”

“I'm tired of carrying around the weight of the world.”

“Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.”

“Sunset is the saddest light there is.”

“She didn't even know how dangerous the truth could be, all the tiny, shattering seeds it carried.”

“You know, some things don't matter that much...Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart - now, that matters.”

“I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.”