On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.

We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.

Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.