Everytime I think I want to be young again, I remember algebra and physics.
. . . when your heart changes, you change, and you have to make new plans.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and filled myself up with the breeze from the valley. Then I let it out slow so it could get back to its travels, with a little bit of me added to it.
We don't own the earth. We are the earth's caretakers. . . we take care of it and all the things on it. And when we're done with it, it should be left better than we found it.
. . . all of a sudden I felt filled up again, so that my heart might come up my throat. And I was thinking how that can come over you, out of nowhere, and if it wasn't such a fine feeling, it might almost be frightening. Like there's more love and good thoughts and powerful things inside of you than one body can hold.
I believe good plans are the best way to maximize fun, avoid disaster, and possibly, save the world. I spend a lot of my time making them.
I just loved making words into stories by the sound of my voice.
I remember little of the Yukon or what I wrote there.
There's something really special about childhood. When you're a kid, you're at your most creative, and you're very plugged into your imagination and emotions. But when you get older, you're encouraged to dance around your feelings and disengage, and I think it's crucial to fight that.
Lend your friend $20. If he doesn't pay you back then he's not your friend. Money well spent.
She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.