The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.
Coming down was the hardest part of any climbing.
When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?
I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.
There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.