But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.

The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.

In the end, all disguises must drop.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.