I would like to paint the way a bird sings.

The chief beauty about time is that you cannot waste it in advance. The next year, the next day, the next hour are lying ready for you, as perfect, as unspoiled, as if you had never wasted or misapplied a single moment in all your life. You can turn over a new leaf every hour if you choose.

The writer must be a person who is willing to be silent.

In the world of algorithms, elegance is not optional.