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

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 wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.