Faye, Faraway

...I pondered this dual speed of time: the years that sometimes seem to stretch impossibly ahead of us, especially when we're young. When we're children, the time for us to learn to drive, get a job, marry, and have children seems unfathomably far away. And yet inevitably comes the time when we say we may have well have clicked our fingers, it happened that fast. The feeling that things are over when they haven't even started yet was the one I couldn't shake, and I have never been able to.

Never ignore for yourself the advice you give to others. Especially if you know you’re right.

You have to choose between the past and the present, and there really is no choice, Faye, it's a no-brainer. You can't live in both, and if you don't choose between the past and the present, then one day that choice may be made for you, and you may not like the way it goes.

What about your past? How often would you travel there, given the chance? Often? Never? And when you got there, would you think about staying forever?

I think there's more to God than the big beardy feller in the sky. I know that God is on earth, in people, in good deeds. God is in the big things, and the small things. He's under the fingernails of our daughters, and he's in all the kindnesses we show people. I know that what people call 'God's work' can be called 'lightening the burden' for another human being. My kind of God might be a bit different from yours, maybe that's all.

Love is not just about taking what you want, you know. Love can certainly make you feel justified in taking what you want, you can let it make you do things, or you can make sensible choices that sometimes lead you away from love. But listen to me”—