All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

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

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There-you can hear it, I'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand)