Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands into fists. Finally I took the guitar that Sam had played and I screamed and smashed it into pieces on Dad's desk.

I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye

All divine power is within you to accomplish great things.

My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.

The greatest artists see what is invisible to the masses.

A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.