Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

No one knows the author of memoir so well like himself.

of course the pace of change never slows, even when we've convinced ourselves it will.

I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.

My mother once told me I was like water. Water can carve its way even through stone. And when trapped, water makes a new path.

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.