“I leave to children exclusively, but only for the life of their childhood, all and every the dandelions of the fields and the daisies thereof, with the right to play among them freely, according to the custom of children, warning them at the same time against the thistles. And I devise to children the yellow shores of creeks and the golden sands beneath the water thereof, with the dragon flies that skim the surface of said waters, and and the odors of the willows that dip into said waters, and the white clouds that float on high above the giant trees.” ChildrenSaidPlayWaterWhiteTreeChildhoodFieldsCloudsSurfaceGoldenGiantsSandDragonsCustomsShoreWarningYellowFloatsDipDaisiesOdorCreeksDandelionsThistlesWhite Clouds Author:Williston Fish
“Once upon a time Apache land would have stretched farther than the horizon, through New Mexico almost to Texas, but as white men found gold, silver, turquoise, and copper beneath its surface they carved up the territory like children sneaking to the fridge and slicing off a chocolate cake bit by bit: hoping at first that the loss wouldn’t be noticed but ultimately not really caring.” MenFirstsChildrenFoundBitsLossWhiteLandGoldCaringSurfaceSilverChocolateHorizonTexasTerritoryCakeMexicoWhite ManOnce Upon A TimeFridgesCopperGold And SilverNew MexicoChocolate CakeTurquoise Book:Jewels: A Secret History Source: Jewels: A Secret History
“We're like Magic 8-Balls. After you ask your question and shake the 8-Ball, you read the answer in the little window. If you ever broke open a Magic 8-Ball with a hammer, you discovered that it contained a many-sided plastic object, with an answer on every facet, floating in a cylinder of murky blue fluid. The many-sided core held the answer to your question. My theory is that, as with our children, as with every surface of that geodesic dome inside the 8-Ball, every age we've ever been is who we are.” IfsChildrenLittlesAgeAsksAnswersMagicObjectsTheoryWindowBallsOur ChildrenBlueSurfaceCoreBrokeWho We AreShakesPlasticFloatingHammersFluidFacetsDomesCylinders Book:Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith Source: Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith
“Consider, children ... the pain of touching the tip of your finger to your mother's stove, even for a fraction of a second. That is an experience which most of you have suffered. Now try to imagine that pain, not simply on a fingertip but spread over the whole surface of your body, and not for a mere second, but everlastingly. That, children, is hellfire.” TryingChildrenWholeBodyPainMotherHellImagineMereFingersSpreadSurfaceYour BodyTouchingImagine ThatFractionsFingertipsStoves Book:The Rector of Justin Source: The Rector of Justin