Did you ever feel that you were missing someone you had never met?

Like most writers, we like to find what we know and pass it along to anyone who cares. When that's done, as soon as we've said the best we can say, there's nothing else about us that's remotely interesting to anybody else, and we go back behind the walls. We can be intimate in books, we can be intimate in talks, but then we need time to be alone.

Just be who you are, calm and clear and bright. Automatically, as we shine who we are, asking ourselves every minute is this what I really want to do, doing it only when we answer yes, automatically that turns away those who have nothing to learn from who we are and attracts those who do, and from whom we have to learn, as well.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

Jonathan is that brilliant little fire that burns within us all, that lives only for those moments when we reach perfection.

Fail at love, and the other tests don't matter.

He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all