“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end.”
“Home is not where you are born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.”
“The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving.”
“There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.”
“I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder”
So the Notes in the Margins have been absent for a couple of months. It’s been a challenging winter. But I have something special for you now: a short …
“The hoarding of soul within interiority has served a defensive function, protecting us from the tragedies and travesties in our midst."
“You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.”
"No story ever really ends, and I think I know why."
“Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.”
“Keep busy with survival.”
“Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will.”