You just work through it. You just hang in there.

What would you do if you had to choose?

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.

Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.

The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue Sent to the factory, just like me and like you So how come they stayed your execution? The audience roars its standing ovation "Dust.