You're paved in my heart like an old road. Like the pebbles in a pebble field, dirt in dirt, dust in dust, cobwebs in cobwebs.

I had no way of knowing where it began or where it ended. Only that it flowed without restraint.

People say that when a baby is crying the paternal grandmother will say, "The baby is crying, you should feed her," and the maternal grandmother will say, "Why is that baby crying so much, making her mom so tired?

How can you live without trusting people? There are more people who are good than people who are bad!

If you only do what you like, who's going to do what you don't like?

How far back does one's memory of someone go?

Life is sometimes amazingly fragile, but some lives are frighteningly strong.