She Could Not Complain About Not Having

Show A People As One Thing, Only One Thing, Over And Over Again, And That Is What They Become.

This Was Love: A String Of Coincidences That Gathered Significance And Became Miracles.

This Is Our World, Although The People Who Drew This Map Decided To Put Their Own Land On Top Of Ours. There Is No Top Or Bottom, You See.

There Are Some Things That Are So Unforgivable That They Make Other Things Easily Forgivable.

When We Realize That There Is Never A Single Story About Any Place, We Regain A Kind Of Paradise.