Quotes by Megan Rich

As we lifted off, China growing ever more distant from the window-seat, the endless ocean opening up before us, I was torn between the excitement of something new and leaving that which Id grown to love. In that moment, I understood we may never come back; that we were floating there suspended between two worlds, above the world. There was no logic in where we would go from here, nor any limitation. We had each other, and we knew now of what adaptation we were capable. Their faces flashed through my mind, and I wondered if wed ever find a country like that again, or if wed ever be as open with new friends, knowing now what it was like to leave them. Like a first love lost. I hoped wed have the courage to love Germany so that the day wed leave our hearts would also break. For what is life except that kind of attachment? And isnt it true that one can live in a place all their life, surrounded by comfort and familiarity, and never feel this longing? As the last view of China slipped off the horizon, I promised myself that I would always dare to love, squeezing Patricks hand, and seeing that in our love for each other, wed always have the strength to let go.

I once had a drinking contest with an artist on his yacht... It amused him as I took shot after shot, and I realized that this was the reason hed invited us, his amusement. Looking back, I thought he didnt expect wed have anything to say, that my questions about the artists purpose, his existential quest for self in a communally-brutalized past, were not as amusing as they were thought-provoking, but Ill never know. As I swayed like a sailor in drunken bitterness, I felt something had been sacrificed to his art. Hed gone so far out on that boat there was no way for him to come back. I felt he no longer existed and was just the faded intention of color on canvas. His humanity had surely been washed away with the paint thinner.