We are depleting this immense diversity and abundance of life, and it matters tremendously for the future of the planet.
A small town has as many eyes as a fly
She had witnessed the world's most beautiful things, and allowed herself to grow old and unlovely. She had felt the heat of a leviathan's roar, and the warmth within a cat's paw. She had conversed with the wind and had wiped soldier's tears. She had made people see, she'd seen herself in the sea. Butterflies had landed on her wrists, she had planted trees. She had loved, and let love go. So she smiled.
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
More than this, I believe that the only lastingly important form of writing is writing for children. It is writing that is carried in the reader's heart for a lifetime; it is writing that speaks to the future.
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.
You're not supposed to have iron bars around you - no one is supposed to have that. You're supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That's what happens when you're alive.
I love all of our subpodcasts.
If you have many desires your life will be interesting.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
The Forty Rules of Love is a wise, joyous page-turner. . . and one that speaks urgently to our war-ravaged times.