The Thing About God, She Thought, Is

A Person Can Find Anything If He Takes The Time, That Is, If He Can Afford To Look. And While He's Looking, He's Free, And He Finds Things He Never Expected.

It's A Funny Thing About Bogs. You Can Fill Them With Rocks And Sand And Old Logs And Make A Little Fenced-in Yard On Top With A Woodpile And Chopping Block - But Bogs Go Right On Behaving Like Bogs. Early In The Spring They Breathe Ice And Make Their Own Mist, In Remembrance Of The Time When They Had Black Water And Their Own Sedge Blossoming Untouched.

I Need To Write Down My Observations. Even The Tiniest Ones; They're The Most Important.

It's Funny About Love', Sophia Said. 'the More You Love Someone, The Less He Likes You Back.' 'that's Very True,' Grandmother Observed. 'and So What Do You Do?' 'you Go On Loving,' Said Sophia Threateningly. 'you Love Harder And Harder.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.