Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

That’s the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark, but play boldly and no one will question you. If one believes there is truth in art – and I do – then it’s troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. Maybe lying is itself a kind of art. I think about that more than I should.