It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath.

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.