No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days.

The secret of the world is this: the world is entirely circular and you will go round and round endlessly, never finding what you want, unless you have found what you really want inside yourself. When you follow a star you know you will never reach that star; rather it will guide you to where you want to go. Its a reference point, not an end in itself, even though you seem to be following it. So it is with the world. It will only ever lead you back to yourself. The end of all your exploring will be to cease from exploration and know the place for the first time.

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

You have to engage with people who are different from you and try to work with their thinking and their mind. That's a real challenge.

To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love