Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

Life is like a box of cookies.

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.

What’s most important is what you can’t see but can feel in your heart. To be able to grasp something of value, sometimes you have to perform seemingly inefficient acts. But even activities that appear fruitless don’t necessarily end up so. That’s the feeling I have, as someone who’s felt this, who’s experienced it.

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

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.