I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“At first I thought I saw the sun setting in the east . . . . Then I realized that what I saw was a full moon rising just as the sun was going down. Each of them was standing… — Marilynne Robinson Copy Share Image
