What's nurtured slowly grows well.

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

Whenever I get into something, I shut out everything else.

Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.