She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.
I think you only see experiences as defining moments with distance.
Civilization is the distance man has placed between himself and his excreta.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.
So they were pen pals now, Emma composing long, intense letters crammed with jokes and underlining, forced banter and barely concealed longing; two-thousand-word acts of love on air-mail paper. Letters, like compilation tapes, were really...
Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.
I think as journalists, we have to keep our distance from power.
Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.