I’ve learnt that eyes don't change. No matter how old or beat up you get, your eyes stay the same.

That’s what Old World love really is. To be so close to someone that our hearts are connected by a force stronger than the distance between us.

It’s funny. From up here, the destruction seems to fade. Almost as if like people, in time, even the world can heal itself.

Life always promises to give the world a person to take away everything bad.

Divided like boys and girls at a summer camp, egg whites and yolks in grandma’s lemon-meringue-pie recipe, dogs and cats in pet heaven.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.