The obsession with running is really an obsession with the potential for more and more life.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.

The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.