The salt blowing off the sea makes the air feel textured and heavy.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.