Why does every road eventually narrow into a point at the horizon? Because that's where the point lies.

The difference between real life and a story is that life has significance, while a story must have meaning.

The former is not always apparent, while the latter always has to be, before the end.

Science is an organized pursuit of triviality.

Art is a casual pursuit of significance.

Let's keep it in perspective.

I'm in the middle of the road, it seems vague of unclear way, of where I'm going but no matter what the road throws at me, no matter what challenges, obstacles or difficulties I come across, I won't turn back now I rather be absorbed by the way, be lost in the way than to admit defeat, for such so long so far I have traveled yet so long, so far to be traveled.

They stand uncertainly underneath immense skies, and everything about them is drowned.

I heard the Denver and Rio Grande locomotives howling off in to the mountains. I wanted to pursue my star further.