After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow – though I can’t think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for any more.