But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

they say in the old tales that when a man and woman exchange looks the way we did, their spirits mingle. their gaze is a rope of gold binding each other. even if they never meet again, they carry a little of the other with them always. they can never forget, and they can never be wholly happy again

Each day has a color, a smell.

There was an unexpected freedom in finding out that one wasn't as important as one had always assumed!

Everytime i have turned the page he re-enters my life as awkward as postscript

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.