“The English language has over five hundred thousand words, but John didn’t say a word all the way home.”
“We awoke one morning to news of a death. The person we had lost was the one we used to call the Village Idiot—that buffoon who used to make us laugh and cry at the same time, that leaping, dancing ball of energy who would hurl himself around, wild with enthusiasm, stomping on our toes and crashing into us as he went gesticulating by.”
“Two essential things,” he said. “Always keep your stick on the ice and always keep your legs moving.”
