September 2008
I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because...
But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.
Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look...
Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people...
I just show up and get to work. A normal working day. I’ve often said that...
– Chuck Close
… where the blue is endless and the clouds are just decorations, not wisps...
– David Carr, The Night of the Gun
(there were many more, but I’m a spaz and didn’t write them down)