“He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.”

“I had walked along that street all my life, but had never been so aware that my back was to my home”

“So many (too many) books are published every year, and it seems everyone is writing a book. Perhaps we should all be reading more and writing less!”

“You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”

“Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.”

“They were a mother's words, words I would say to my own daughter if I were concerned for her”

“We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.”