We're All Unique, Just Never In The

...she's Understood The Power Of Stories. Their Magical Ability To Refill The Wounded Part Of People.

Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Doors Lead To Things And I've Never Met One I Haven't Wanted To Open.

Happiness In Life Is Not A Given, It Must Be Seized.

It Was The Sibling Thing, I Suppose. I Was Fascinated By The Intricate Tangle Of Love And Duty And Resentment That Tied Them Together. The Glances They Exchanged; The Complicated Balance Of Power Established Over Decades; The Games I Would Never Play With Rules I Would Never Fully Understand. And Perhaps That Was Key: They Were Such A Natural Group That They Made Me Feel Remarkably Singular By Comparison. To Watch Them Together Was To Know Strongly, Painfully, All That I'd Been Missing.