Erin Breen

“I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Each night the black sky and the bright stars were my stunning companions; occasionally Id see their beauty and solemnity so plainly that I'd realize in a piercing way that my mother was right. That someday I WOULD be grateful and that in fact I was grateful now, that I felt something growing in me that was strong and real.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Fear begets fear. Power begets power. I willed myself to beget power. And it wasn't long before I actually wasn't afraid.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Nothing was changing. She was the one who was changing.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn