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.

At times ... one is downright thankful for the self-absorption of other people.

None of us suddenly becomes something overnight. The preparations have been in the making for lifetime.

One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

How easy it was to make people happy, when you didn't want or need anything from them.