Patience is not a virtue. It is an achievement.

Seems to me that there is no better way to experience the depth of loss than after the fact. No more powerful instrument of imbuing value in an object than parting with it.

Responsibility and Trust -- these two are like Yin and Yang, together perfectly complete, and each one requiring the presence of the other. The next time you mistrust someone, consider this -- does that person feel responsible for you in any way? If the answer is yes, then go ahead and trust them. Very likely, they are looking out for your best interest.

Luck is not as random as you think. Before that lottery ticket won the jackpot, someone had to buy it.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

I am sure that inspiration will strike multiple times - it always does.