Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

Barn’s burnt down / now / I can see the moon.

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

The quality of your life is directly related to the quality of your stories. Tell them well.