Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

I have two homes, like someone who leaves their hometown and/or parents and then establishes a life elsewhere. They might say that they're going home when they return to see old friends or parents, but then they go home as well when they go to where they live now. Sarajevo is home, Chicago is home.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.