“Lightning struck, the sky roared, and the night cried a giant's tears, thunderous and inconsolable.”

“Perhaps it's natural for a father, for every parent, to see in his child all that's unspoiled and good.”

“Always somewhere there was light, and, though transient, it flashed all the more brilliantly because of the surrounding dark.”

“Knowing comes from learning, finding from seeking.”

“A story, I had learned, through my own constant knitting and reknitting of remembered words, can lead us back to ourselves, to our lost innocence, and in the shadow it casts over our present world, we begin to understand what we only intuited in our naivete--that while all else may vanish, love is our one eternity. It reflects itself in joy and grief, in my father's sudden knowledge that he would not live to protect me, and in his determination to leave behind a part of himself--his spirit, his humanity--to illuminate my path, give light to my darkened world. He carved his silhouette in the memory of the sky for me to return to again and again. ”

“I'm feeling anxious about tonight - half dread and half excitement - like when you hear thunder and know that any second you'll see lightning tearing across the sky, nipping at the clouds with its teeth.”

“Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!”