Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.
The hardest thing about reality is returning to it after an hour inside your child's mind.
Be happy, and a reason will come along.
Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.
I guess I have never really doubted that we are all born to our guardian angel.
We all know the part of us that needs to be harnessed. It takes someone else to know the part of us that needs to be set free.