Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end thatโs all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end thatโs all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn
Gregory David RobertsBut I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.
Gregory David Roberts