That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.

But then Froi looked back to where his work lay unfinished and it made him sad because there had been something about the touch of earth in his hands that made him feel worthwhile.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.

A clean house will result in peace in the Middle East as well.

Be prepared for the worst, my love, for it lives next door to the best.

She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.

It's hard to explain what happens when jazz and punk fuse with a violin twist but it works. Probably because Anson Choi takes off his shirt while he's playing the saxophone. Whoever's not chatting up a Cadet or a girl from Darling House or playing chess with the guys is watching the band. I turn into a groupie.