Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

“We have been naive enough to believe that we were invincible; that we could run…”

“Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes tha…”

“Recollections are in the eye of the beholder. No two held side by side can ever…”

“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back …”