During the act of writing I have told myself something that I didn't know I knew.
The more you respect and focus on the singular and the strange, the more you become aware of the universal and infinite.
Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?
Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
Hope does not necessarily have to take an object.
Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths pure theatre.