Quietly they moved down the calm and sacred river that had come down to earth so that its waters might flow over the ashes of those long dead, and that would continue to flow long after the human race had, through hatred and knowledge, burned itself out.

I'm not sure anyone can understand a whole life, even their own.

Dear though the reader might be, I'd be silly to cater to what the reader wanted.

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

Don't put things off till it's too late. You are the DJ of your fate.

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

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