Coyote Lost and Found

But it's not the sandwich that matter Coyote. It's someone bringing you the sandwich.

And maybe, way down in the middle, it was really about finding. Finding ashes and finding books and finding friends and finding where you belong and finding clues and finding wings and finding a way and then, at the end, finding peace.

There’s a limit to how bad a school can be if it’s got a library. That’s just a fact.

To keep holding on, I had to let go. But I wasn’t really letting go. I was just … changing my grip. So I could hold on better.

The thing about white-hot anger, maybe, is that holding it in feels awful, but letting it all out feels even worse.

But, at the same time, I kinda did. She wanted to be set free. My dad wanted to set her free. It had been a long time. And all that tight holding on I was doing? It didn’t actually feel all that good, really.

If the world is scary, that’s all the more reason for folks to come together.

And they lived happily ever after?” he asked. “Oh, who knows. But, whatever. You can’t start the next story ’til you finish the one before. And they were ready for the next story.

I'm gonna go ahead a fast-forward the story a bit here. Because, basically some boring stuff happened and then some very exciting stuff happened, and I think it's best to just skip the crust and go straight to the peanut butter and jelly, if you know what I mean.

stories is that they don’t really start or stop at all … It’s just the telling that starts or stops.