Very quickly, very suddenly, words fell through my mind. They landed on the floor of my thoughts, and in there, down there, I started to pick the words up. They were excerpts of truth gathered from inside me.

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Everything was good. But it was awful, too.

In years to come, he would be a giver of bread, not a stealer - proof again of the contradictory human being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling about them

...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.