There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.

Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?