I Like To Blur The Line Between

Home Is Where Somebody Notices When You Are No Longer There.

The More You Lose, The More Is To Be Lost, Yet It Matters Less.

I Recognized Him Then; That Is, I Finally Comprehended What I Had Known But Had Never Been Able To Formulate: He Had Always Been Complete. He Had Finished The Work Of Becoming Himself, Long Before Any Of Us Could Even Imagine Such A Feat Was Possible.

For People Who Are Displaced, You Can Reconstruct The Story Of Your Life From The Objects You Have Access To, But If You Don't Have The Objects Then There Are Holes In Your Life. This Is Why People In Bosnia - If Anyone Was Running Back Into A Burning House It Was To Salvage Photos.

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.