Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Live as if you have faith,” she said, “and faith shall be given to you.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

If I can live through this, he thought, I can live through anything. If I can live through this, I WILL live through anything.

Will you remember that? Anywhere you are, if you can look up and find Perseus in the sky, find that smile, and hear the galactic wind whisper your name, you'll know that it's me, calling for you... calling you back to Lazarevo. (Alexander)

This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.