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.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.