Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

Someday death will take us to another star.

I am risking my life for my work, and half my reason has gone.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

And in a picture I want to say something comforting, as music is comforting.

We spent our whole lives in unconsous excercise of the art of expressing our thoughts with the help of words

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.