That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else.

It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.

With luck, it might even snow for us.

One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.