There Was No Such Thing

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

There Was No Such Thing As Perfect Privacy, Life Was A Perpetual Concert-hall Recital With A Captive Audience.

…god Is A Giant Quiltmaker. With An Infinite Variety Of Designs. And The Quilt Is Grown So Big And Confusing, The Pattern Is Impossible To See, The Squares And Diamonds And Triangles Don’t Fit Well Together Anymore, It’s All Become Meaningless. So He Has Abandoned It.

Children Don't Make Judgments About Which Details Are Important... A Child Captures Them All.

Loss Is Essential. Loss Is Part And Parcel Of That Necessary Calamity Called Life.