Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

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.

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

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

It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.

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