What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin.

Of course there is a monkey. There is always a monkey.

A person is no more & no less than the Story of his Passions & Deeds.

We're all just in the muck trying to believe we're capable of greatness, but closer to breaking than we want to admit. And we tell ourselves stories-about ourselves,but maybe also all these stories about other people, about characters-as a way to hide from how small we are.

I don't trust anyone who wouldn't.

Time and circumstances change us...and it is pointless to ask why.