Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.
Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.
Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.
Every moment is the paradox of now or never.
Coincidences mean you're on the right path.
Sometimes, language is the sound of longing