I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.

What's important is that a story changes every time you say it out loud. When you put it on paper, it can never change. But the more times you tell it, the more changes will occur. A story is a living thing; it moves and shifts

I had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don't mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.