That Was The Way Things Worked. When

Maybe The Private Life Wasn't Forever. Maybe Everyone Got It For A Little While And Then Spent The Rest Of Their Lives Remembering.

Never Be So Focused On What You're Looking For That You Overlook The Thing You Actually Find.

I Think That People All Grow Up And Have Their Same Personalities, But You Can Say, "oh, I Can See The Roots Of This Personality, Which I Didn't Like, But Then You Grew Up, And I Can Still See You As That Person, But I Do Really Like You Now." Which Is Sort Of How I Feel About Children - I Mean, About Children Who I Knew When I Was A Child And Grew Up With, And They're Still My Friends, And Children That I Know As Children Who I See Growing Up, And Every Year I Like Them More.

Only A Few Of Us Are Going To Be Willing To Break Our Own Hearts By Trading In The Living Beauty Of Imagination For The Stark Disappointment Of Words.

It Turns Out That The Distance From Head To Hand, From Wafting Butterfly To Entomological Specimen, Is Achieved Through Regular Practice. What Begins As Something Like A Dream Will In Fact Stay A Dream Forever Unless You Have The Tools And The Discipline To Bring It Out.