The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not… — 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.

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

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.