“ Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end. Robert Hellenga
“ She heard melody and harmony and counterpoint; he heard something calling him from far, far away. Robert Hellenga
“ It took him half an hour to reach the little mission chapel. From his position on his back in the river he could see just the tip of the steeple, but for the most part he gazed upward at the constella… Robert Hellenga
“ There was a time I didn't know your nameWhy should I worry, cry in vainbut now she's gone, and I don't worrycause I'm sittin' on top of the world. Robert Hellenga
“ People say that God works in mysterious ways when they really mean that life, or something in their own lives, doesn’t make any sense, but I think that’s wrong. I think it means that we can’t make any… Robert Hellenga
“ He doesn't believe in talking too much about art, especially while you're looking at it. The pressure to appreciate is the great enemy of actual enjoyment. Most people don't know what they like becaus… Robert Hellenga
“ Death was a lens that would reveal things as they really were: what was important would assume its true importance; what was unimportant would recede into the shadows. Robert Hellenga
“ The advice he reads in Ann Landers – good advice as long as you don’t need it, perfectly sensible as long as you don’t have any use for it. Robert Hellenga
“ He knew that he’d known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imagin… Robert Hellenga
