I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.