The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can’t even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work – that goes on, it adds up.
Codi: “So you think we all just have animal dreams. We can’t think of anything to dream except our ordinary lives”.
Loyd: “Only if you have an ordinary life. If you want sweet dreams, you’ve got to live a sweet life”.
What keeps you going isn’t some fine destination but just the road you’re on, and the fact that you know how to drive.
It wasn’t a matter of courage or dreams, but something a whole lot simpler. A pilot would call it ground orientation. I’d spent a long time circling above the clouds, looking for life, while Hallie was living it.
Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you’ll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I-10 and die. Life is so stupid I can’t stand it.
People’s dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It’s what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.
This manuscript of yours that has just come back from another editor is a precious package. Don’t consider it rejected. Consider that you’ve addressed it “to the editor who can appreciate my work” and it has simply come back stamped “not at this address”. Just keep looking for the right address.
The truth needs so little rehearsal.
Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn’t it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? (referring to cliff dwellings)
Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.
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