Chris Pavone

It was impossible to understand how brief it is. It seemed like youth would last so long; it would last forever. But it's just a blink.

The best hiding spots are not the most hidden; they're merely the least searched.

And everyone's in the same situation, basically: we're all finding our separate ways, together.

People who were too outgoing made her suspicious. She couldn't help but presume that all the loud noise was created to hide quiet lies.

This is the expat life: you never know when someone you see every day is going to disappear forever, instantly transmogrifying into a phantom. Before long you won’t be able to remember her last name, the color of her eyes, the grades that her children were in. You can’t imagine not seeing her tomorrow. You can’t imagine you yourself being one of those people, someone who one day just vanishes. But you are.

Travel wasn't fun if you didn't get to see or do what you wanted; it was merely a different type of work, in a different place.