Outside, the sky felt deep and dark as if a large soft blanket had been thrown over the hills and valleys. (p54) - Naomi Shihab Nye

If you could be anyone,
would you choose to be yourself?

"You will need to be brave. There are hard days coming. There are hard words waiting in people’s mouths to be spoken. There are walls. You can’t break them. Just find doors in them." (p258)

One of the reasons I don’t like the phrase “somebody passes away,” it’s so flimsy, it’s so vague, it sounds just like a wisp in the wind. No, they don’t, they die and then they stay in so many ways within us, around us in everything they loved. I just feel very, very strongly about that