“You are a ghost. Almost gone. Come back to us.”
“You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone."I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out.She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.”
“A lot of people are waiting for Martin Luther King or Mahatma Gandhi to come back-but they are gone. We are it. It is up to us. It is up to you.”
“O lost,And by the wind grieved,Ghost, Come back again.”
“History surrounds us. You cannot open your eyes, not in Paris, and see something that wasn't touched by someone long gone. You, maybe, run from your ghosts. Here, they live among us.”
“Youth is gone -- gone -- and will never come back: can't help it.”