The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?