“When the night burned its cloak in the sunrise...”

“They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.”

“People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.”

“He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.”

“When someone you love disappears, it's like the light goes dim, and you're in the shadows. You try to do what people tell you: put one foot in front of the other; keep looking up; give yourself over to the seconds and minutes and hours. But always there's taht glimmer of light-that way of living you once knew-sort of faded and smoky like the crescent moon on a winter's night when the air is full of ice and clouds, but still there, hanging just over your head. You think it's not far. Your think at any moment you can reach out and grab it.”

“It's true that when anyone dies, the other dead rise up abd die all over again.”

“You know you've got a problem when baristas greet you by name. You know you've got another problem when it's the warmest social interaction of your day.”