It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.

Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can possess.

I'm still not sure I made the right choice when I told my wife about the bakery attack.But then,it might not have been a question of right or wrong. Which is to say that wrong choices can produce right results, and vice versa. I myself have adopted the position that,in fact, we never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.