In the depths of a tidepool, I find the universe. In the ebb and flow of memory, I find my heart.

I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has been writing itself over and over again—one story. The story of good and evil.”

Each day has its own joy. Find it.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Every artist should paint a self portrait once a year

slow horses can finish too

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

this may be the worst one yet