“The stars were better company anyway. They were very beautiful, and they almost never snored.”

“Its different," Sorgans younger cousin Torl declared, gesturing at the glorious sunset late that afternoon. "Its pretty enough, I suppose, but its not too much like the sunsets out at sea. Mountain...”

“It keeps him happy, Dahlaine, and happy people are nicer than gloomy ones. Haven't you noticed that before?”

“I thought the trees down in Lady Zelanas country were about as big as a tree could get, he said, but the ones around here are so tall that they probably tickle the moons tummy when she goes by.”

“Dont throw good ideas away until youve considered all of your options.”

“He can come up with the most exotic things Ive ever seen or heard of every time he blinks his eyes.”

“Easter blessingsAll lifes sacrifices like autumn leavesawaken our sensesand power to love and be wholeOur Mother Earth, Our Father Skyembraces our happiness and laughterPraise be to freedom and lif...”

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the h”

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or ...”

“Another day another life Passes by just like mine It's not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It's not complicated”

“Sometimes a strong wind blows suddenly and you leave your beloved tree without saying even goodbye, like a pale autumn leaf! This uncertainty of life makes every moment in life infinitely precious.”

“...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...”

“This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a par...”

“It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again.”

“It was a though wed been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each with its own rhythm and character, from whom our bodies had drawn not just shelter but perhaps even...”