A Children’s Museum, however, is more of a Funatorium. You are encouraged to touch things, which is poor training for subsequent museum visitation.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself... You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
Being a detective isn't all about torture and murder and monsters. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant...The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives.
Fish and visitors smell in three days.
Santa Claus had the right idea. Visit everyone once a year.
Once in a while you have to take a break and visit yourself.
What...what about when I'm married?†“We'll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.
I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking.†... “Of course you’re fine.†She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.†... “I’m not the devil’s bride.†“He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?
Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.