I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.

I'm insatiably curious.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

The process of giving is without limits.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.