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.

He was like a song I'd heard once in fragments but had been singing in my mind ever since.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

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

A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.