The hands are churches that worship the world.

you will never catch up. Walk around feeling like a leaf know you could tumble at any second. Then decide what to do with your time. --The Art of Disappearing

You know, those of us who leave our homes in the morning and expect to find them there when we go back - it's hard for us to understand what the experience of a refugee might be like.

Maybe when your mother died young, you became instantly old.

Energy is everything. Rubbing happy and sad together creates energy.

Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth.

only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend.