Nothing ever comes to an end. Wherever one has sunk roots that emanate from one's best or truest self, one will always find a home.

The void Papa's death left in me became a kind of cavity, into which later experiences were to be laid.

I believe we come to earth with sealed orders. I believe that only those who lack passion look down on purpose.

If a person is found dead here, a postmorten will always reveal whether he has spent less than three weeks in the city. That is the length of time it takes this pollution to invade the body, after which it is there forever.

The age, you know. A man can be wiser and wiser, and a woman is older and older.

Nothing ever comes to an end. Wherever one has sunk roots that emanate from one's best or truest self, one will always find a home.

The fear inside of loneliness: That only what others have is real.