I could get used to the soft light and the red velvet parting And the collection of my favorite things: books, colored cover, the idea of coffee. Starting tomorrow I'll avoid doing the things at which I am mediocre . . .

When you drink citronnelle, you think of sunshine of dust on your small feet of washing them in the beautiful river where your father was born and buried . . .

I think I would have let you wear my favorite sweater — the soft one with sea green blossoms on the front — though sometimes I wonder whether we would have even had separate wardrobes, growing up. We might have . . .

God and I have a special relationship. He writes messages to me in the clouds—but sometimes He misspells things . . .

Le sentier derrière le potager devient de plus en plus rude jusqu'à ce qu’il disparaît dans la forêt. C’est difficile de faire notre chemin dans l’herbe enchevêtré parmi les racines tendues des chênes verts. Leurs branches sont . . .