That air. The air afterwards. I wanted to breathe it in. It felt right to breathe it in. Because we were breathing them in, weren't we? And the building. We were breathing it all in. And I thought, there's a part of this that's actually a part of me now. I now have that responsibility. I am alive, and I am breathing, and I can do the things this dust can't do.

I immediately suspected there was much more to it than was being said.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.