“We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?” — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“I think your hair could blow every which ways in a high wind and still look pretty," he answered, then dropped his gaze and cleared his throat. "Uh, well, are you ready to go?" he added in a brisker tone."… — Werner A. Lind Copy Share Image
