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.