It was an act of devotion. A little like writing or loving someone — it doesn’t always feel worthwhile, but not giving up somehow creates unexpected meaning over time.

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

The job of the artist is to point at things.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

If you want to have a character who falls into crisis, all you have to do is turn the Internet off, and then we all understand how that feels, when you suddenly just have time and yourself.