She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, and identity.

My life story is the story of everyone I've ever met.

In the end, everyone loses everyone.

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.

September 11 had such a strong visual component, the most visually documented event in human history. Nothing's ever been seen by as many people as that was. Our experiences of the day, our memories of the day are just so tied up in images of buildings falling and bodies falling.