I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.

Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter)

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

There are going to be moments of deep, deep doubts, and you have to have faith that your initial idea was good and just muddle through.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

It was funny how the old practices always came around again. It was the rhythm of human enterprise to invent and worship some new approach, to fully reject it a generation later, to realize the need for it again a generation or two after that and then hastily reinvent it as new, usually without its original elegance. Scientists hated to look backward for anything.