And I know I said earlier that he was perfect but he wasn’t perfect, far from it; he could be silly and vain and remote

They too, knew this beautiful and harrowing landscape; they’d had the same experience of looking up from their books

So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my


And like the moon we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.