I’m not perfect, but I’m always me.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
Inside every large program is a small program struggling to get out.