Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar ChildrenThe doctor's wife ate two apples a day, just to be safe. But her husband kept coming home.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising.
Walking Home: A Traveler in the Alaskan Wilderness, a Journey into the Human Heart