He Might Have Been Naive,

The Job Of The Writer Is To Look At Where He Is Now And Make Some Sort Of Emotional Sense Of It, Not Only For That Moment But For Years To Come.

He Realized That He Had Thought Only About The First Step, Never Imagined The Last.

There Are Moments We Return To, Now And Always. Family Is Like Water - It Has A Memory Of What It Once Filled, Always Trying To Get Back To The Original Stream.

It Struck Me That Distant Cities Are Designed Precisely So You Can Know Where You Came From.

Sometimes, In Life, Nothing Happens. But, Sometimes, Nothing Happens Beautifully.