There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible.

But tormented souls have this incredible ability to recognize and approach one another, thus compounding their grief.

Sometimes you lose people,
You always meant to keep.

Sometimes all there is left,
Is a box of memories you still seek.

Sometimes connections fade away,
Just like an end of the bliss.

My grandmother was an unparalleled storyteller who gave me a preview of how life might turn out, and also fortified my empathy.

I mean, if all we are is bundles of energy... what is a 'hug' anyway?... and how can we ever really touch each other?

I guess we all make choices as to how we want to live, right?

Chris Ware

Quotes by Chris Ware

Written By Chris Ware

Written By Chris Ware

Written By Chris Ware

Written By Chris Ware

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