Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.