Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Everything you want is on the other side of fear.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
If we take something to be the truth, we may cling to it so much that when the truth comes and knocks on our door, we won’t want to let it in.