I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Lemon, isn’t there a blanket somewhere you should be filling with your farts!?
Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.’