The universe is always speaking to us... sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serendipities, reminding us to stop, to look around, to believe in something else, something more.

It's never too late - in fiction or in life - to revise.

If you believe in telekinesis, please raise my hand.

Life on earth may be limited, but grandchildren were the promise of the eternal.

Mom said when she brought us beachcombing? She told us to always believe in something more. She told us to look at what was right in front of us, and we’d see that even a grain of sand was a miracle. That even a bit of glass was a message, that the universe was full of tricks and clues and signs.

Sometimes it’s quite enough simply to be happy.

A good friend once said, “If you break your arm, people rush to bring you flowers, food, and sympathy, but if your mind breaks even just a little, people run away, frightened and dismayed.

Two different kinds of people exist: Those who wade cautiously into the shallows and those who throw themselves headlong into the roaring surf.

The land doesn’t know who owns it. It was here before owners, and will be here after, content with itself in all seasons.

Your generation does everything so fast I think you’ve forgotten how to enjoy the pleasures of going slow.