If You Want To See God Laugh,

Seeing Her Sitting There Unresponsive Makes Me Realize That Silence Has A Sound.

Can You Hate Someone For What They Have Done, But Still Love Them For Whom They Had Been?

Maybe You Had To Leave In Order To Really Miss A Place; Maybe You Had To Travel To Figure Out How Beloved Your Starting Point Was... ...parents Aren't The People You Come From. They're The People You Want To Be, When You Grow Up. I Sat Between My Mother And My Father, Watching Strangers On Tv Carry In Shaker Rockers And Dusty Paintings And Ancient Beer Tankards And Cranberry Glass Dishes; People And Their Hidden Treasures, Who Had To Be Told By Experts That They'd Taken Something Incredibly Precious For Granted.

Or In Other Words, It's The Substance You've Got When You Start That Determines The Outcome.

Identification Is Not The Same As Knowing Someone Through And Through.