Childhood? Which childhood?
The one that didn’t last?
The one in which you learned to be afraid …?— Li-Young Lee, from “A Hymn to Childhood,” Ink Knows No Borders: Poems of the Immigrant and Refugee Experience
“Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories













