Sherri Wilson

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“There is no pause in life, the moment we pause, we stop living.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“If your faith doesn't remove the mountain... Get to climbing.”
― Johnnie Dent Jr.

“Liars share with those they deceive the desire not to be deceived.”
― Sissela Bok, Lying: Moral Choice in Public and Private Life