Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

People want pretty much the same things: They wanted to be happy. Most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future, while most older people believed they lay in the past.

You feel fine, and then, when your body can't keep fighting, you don't.

A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.

That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.