“... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.”

“I didn't know then that the mind, like the earth, has several layers: a crust, a mantle, a boiling core.”

“Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.”

“...tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.... the window rosy with anemic November light.”

“...the clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.”

“I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.”

“Even the Middle Ages, which condemned and punished animals in due form, was in this way much closer to them than we are. They held them to be guilty: which was a way of honoring them. We take them ...”

“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened.”

“Understanding the Way of Story as a sacred pattern and a living event. Story can reveal a spiritual path and or the way to healing. Stories become the foundation of health, peacebuilding and vision...”

“Stories nurture our connection to place and to each other. They show us where we have been and where we can go. They remind us of how to be human, how to live alongside the other lives that animate...”

“One afternoon as I just gazed at the topmost branches of those immensely tall trees I began to notice that the uppermost twigs and leaves were lyrical happy dancers glad that they had been apportio...”