“We're all human beings,when did we change to havings?Living out our life through things.How do we get back to being again?”

“I want you to be my wife. There’s no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. We can live out here, you, me, our kids, and Bo. But I get it now, Anna. My decisions affect you, too. So now you have one of your own to make. Will you marry me?”

“We were eating lunch when a chicken walked out of the woods.“Anna, look behind you.”She turned around. “What the heck?”We watched as the chicken came closer. It pecked the ground, not in any kind of hurry.“There was one more after all,” I said.“Yeah, the stupid one,” Anna pointed out. “Although it’s the last one standing, so it’s done something right.”It came right up to Anna and she said, “Oh, hi. Do you not know what we did to the rest of your kind?”

“When we are doing nothing in particula, it is then that we are living through all our being.”

“Library. It's where we lock up all those books before they start giving kids ideas," I said solemnly. "Very dangerous place to be.”

“...if we run toward our fears, they lose their power and ultimately disappear""I think this is one of the giant lessons in adapting to age without losing your mind: we must let go of what was and begin accepting what is""'fate loves the fearless.' There is no better time to be fearless than in your fifties; if you really put your mind and your energy into it, you can make amazing things happen.”

“[He] was alone, which surprised me. But not as much as the wicked looking knife he pulled off the passenger's seat and brought out with him. It was the kind of blade that a steak knife dreamed of becoming someday. It was bigger than a cleaver, not quite broadsword size.Drew whistled. "How many box tops did he have to turn in for that?”