Love...is the immovability of truth.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.

I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

Sometimes you have to put your fears in order.