I think it's possible to be multi-rooted, rather like a banyan tree, without being deracinated.

Think of many things. Never place your happiness in one person's power. Be just to yourself.

All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right, An emptiness above-- Know that you aren't alone. The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all your years.

I think if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. And worth thinking about it as well.

In a painting, you can't make out whether the artist painted the left eye before the right eye. In Chinese calligraphy, you can see the progression of the artist's stroke.

I simply seem to drift. But I sort of allow the drift, because it has a kind of check - it forces me to work harder at what I'm interested in.

Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?