It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk again, placing your entire weight on something that is no longer is there.

Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation and wishful thinking?

I wish I had lost an arm or a leg. It would have been much easier than losing a part of my heart, which lives on, but now beats to a different rhythm.

It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk again, placing your entire weight on something that no longer is there.

Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.

From cradle to grave, Talal sprinted through life.I never did see a life extinguished so abruptly.

The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices into its secret depths.

I watched life and death unfold like a dance on the side of that road. My son was born with a bloodstained face and he died with blood from the accident covering that same face.

History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.

I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

Instead of finding the needle in the haystack, we're making the haystack bigger.

Just don't pull out your phone at all on the first date.

The zoo cannot but disappoint.

I was never into the popular school or clique or anything. Then I started doing movies when I was in high school, so then I got popular. Then the girls paid attention to you who didn't before.

The secret of all power is - save your force. If you want high pressure you must choke off waste.

There's no great, white bigot; there's just about 200 million little white bigots out there.

A vegan diet takes care of most of what we need to do.

O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom, you thief of love!