The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

I am the highway and a peregrine and all the sails that ever went to sea

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.