“We cannot see how our lives will unfold. What is destiny and What is accident? And how can one ever be certain?” — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Women can go mad with insomnia. The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Listen, Miss, boats are supposed to float. Even if they break up, they usually still float and show up on a shore somewhere. There… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“I listen to the sound of India's voices for the last time . Laughter ripples like water . A prayer is a single note… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“I stand up. Stretch my arms out wide to the empty horizon. Do not be afraid of limitless possibilities. The desert is infinite to… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
“Dear Maya, Life is an illusion. And as it turns out, so is death. What is real? What remains when we all fade away?… — Cathy Ostlere Copy Share Image
