“For the human memory is short, and even when we write it in stone we quickly forget and the stones crumble and even those stones then forget.”

“He knew all the stories. His grandfather had given them to him when he sat between the old mans knees as a child. It was a comfort, though, to hear them again. To call them to mind. All these stori...”

“I finally know the difference between pleasing and loving, obeying and respecting. It has taken me so many years to be okay with being different, and with being this alive, this intense. (xxvi)”

“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”

“Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.”