At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.

The last best hope of life is that at some point during living it, all that you did wrong will suddenly teach you to do right.

Babes crying in the wilderness know that the world already has plenty of terrifying noise, but there aren't enough clear voices to smooth our troubled journey through the darkness ... only a few can speak truth to power.

A traveler enters the world into which he travels, but a tourist brings his own world with him and never sees the one he's in.