Perhaps that is what it means to be a father- to teach your child to live without you. If so, no one was a… — Nicole Krauss

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement.

The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not to use them at all. Life demanded a new language.

Even after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.