When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky....They will never be the same again because you cannot be the same once you leave behind who and what you are, you just cannot be the same....Look at them leaving in droves, despite knowing they will be welcomed with restraint in those strange lands because they do not belong
When somebody talks about home, you have to listen carefully so you know exactly which one the person is referring to.
I am starting to talk fast now, and I have to remember to slow down because when I get excited, I start to sound like myself and my American accent goes away.
When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky.
[Jesus Christ] used to have blue eyes but I painted them brown like mine and everybody's, to make him normal.
