I am so used to hints and mixed messages, saying things that might mean what they sort of sound like they mean. Games and contests, roles and rituals, talking in twelve languages at once so the true words won't be so obvious. I am not used to a plainspoken, honest truth.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.