We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.

She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

Life must pass through difficulty in order to achieve any modicum of beauty.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

I gave them all the truth and none of the honesty.