Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all in a very, very bad inreparable way.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done.

Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.

Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.