And all these things she always counted on to revisit, they made up a map, the map of a true home. It was the only place where she felt she had an identity and a history behind her.

Looking at these people now from behind the counter, made her feel like that little girl again, the deprived child that used to press her nose on the glass, peering at things she could never have.

Her grandparents’ house was an old crammed up space just like all the others there, but to Sofia it had the luxuries of a palace and the reverence of a church.

What a curious power words have.

Don’t be such a dumbass, Gabe. Koalas don’t travel in herds. They move in heaps. Much like emus move in ripples, and kangaroos travel in photo-ops.

If you have a fight with yourself, who can win?

Stuffed cats are able to creep more convincingly than live ones.

The writing I tend to think of as 'good' is good because it's mysterious.

We the people declare today that the most evident of truth that all of us are created equal ... that our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth.

The enso contains the perfect and imperfect; that is why it is always complete.

I'd feel bad if I had you come into a theater and you leave feeling ripped off.

Acting is not my language at all.

It's easier to find a traveling companion than to get rid of one.