Your voice will come. We all go through the same thing. You cannot talk when you first arrive." He smiled. "It helps you listen.

Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.

You're not listening with your eyes.

Every life has one true love snapshot.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

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