I am the captain of my fate, I am the master of my soul.
Goodbye, or rather, until we meet! I hug you tight as tight, and send you kisses without number. P 73
I had been worried that I wouldn’t get through the day without cracking, myself.
She felt, as she did most mornings, the deep pleasure of daily life distilled to the essentials: books, walks, spaces in which to think and work. P 10
Here’s a picture of their house as it was then.
I’ve never liked New Years. The trouble with beginnings is that there’s no such thing. p 10
She said cryptically, “It used to be wild here. And green.”
It’s so weird how life is so full of moving around— people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person’s going to steal your heart. You never know which place is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe. P 307
In an hour or so a boy dropped us off at the foot of a muddy embankment.
“I can so fit in this basket.”