Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

Can I ask you a personal question"? Of all the rhetorical questions in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its simultaneous gesture towards and denial of the trespass that is about to follow.

Difficult but worth it-- that's how my mother had once describe life with Omi.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

Somewhere deep within the marrow of our marrow, we were the same.

They adore you beacause they think you offer up your friendship and ask for nothing in return. But that's not true-' He took a deep breath. 'You do ask for something. You ask that we never expect you to need us.

There is no mystery-- that's the beauty of it. We are entirely explicable to each other, and yet we stay. What a miracle that is.