Athens is the birthplace of modern tragedy. In the Greek tragic plays, the tableau of the characters would become a statue, like the statue of Oedipus reaching up to the Gods with blood spilling out of his eyes. I love the way the Greeks would immortalize experience. Things that all of us feel.

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

I wonder if things can happen too early or too late or if everything happens at exactly the right time. If so, how sad and beautiful.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.