| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 50842e8 | I've always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart. | Robert Michael Pyle | ||
| 50f0a29 | when that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it. | wonder | Robert Michael Pyle |