There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

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

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

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

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.