Life is a disease.

There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.

Learning when 'enough is enough' is the discipline of a lifetime.

If there is such a thing as sin in this world, I think it must be shutting oneself up against hope.

I believe that with enough practice and good faith, you can learn to recognize when the work is achieved.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

You're supposed to get tired planting bulbs. But it's an agreeable tiredness.