“I shook off my numbness. I opened the door and went into the other bedroom. Two little figures stood on the bed. One had a shirt over his head which Mike was trying to pull past his ears. "Here," I… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
“Mike was right: the pattern of life isn't a straight line; it crosses and recrosses, drawing in and tying together other lives, as I… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
When little things are so important, it's because there aren't any big ones. — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
“I turned my face to the sky and laughed because the things you enjoy can’t hurt you.” — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
“I shook off my numbness. I opened the door and went into the other bedroom. Two little figures stood on the bed. One had… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
“Katherine Mary, we're going to know each other very wel, for many years, I hope. You'll see, you'll come to understand. These big things,… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
But death does not stand at the end of life, it is all through it. It is the fear of losing, the knowledge of… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
“On the north side of the train the windows were plastered with snow, and on the south side great clouds of snow were whipped… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
You'll see, you'll come to understand. These big things, these terrible things, are not the important ones. If they were, how could one go… — Benedict Freedman Copy Share Image
