“He looked to the sky for answers. I look at what's in front of me, what's around me, what's inside of me.”

“Look around you...Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.”

“Sweetheart, look at me" Hank whispered.I looked at him, he moved inside me and it felt delicious."Ït starts now" he told me.I moved with him, i wasn't really focusing on what he was saying, mainly because it was building again and i could feel it coming."What starts now?" i asked.You and me".He moved faster, pressed harder, went deeper.Good god."What?" i asked dazedly."You and me", he said again”

“...His gaze seemed to say what I felt: looking at you eases everything inside of me.”

“It's like she looks at me and only sees what she wants to see. My father looks at me and sees only what he wants me to be.”

“The great glory of travel, to me, is not just what I see that's new to me in countries visited, but that in almost every one of them I change from an outsider looking in to an insider looking out.”