The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

Impatience, resentment, jealousy and endless "want" are not creative attractors and have no value.

The problem with making a virtual world of oneself is akin to the problem with projecting ourselves onto a cyberworld: there’s no end of virtual spaces in which to seek stimulation, but their very endlessness, the perpetual stimulation without satisfaction, becomes imprisoning.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook,The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

When you focus on want, you become an endless cycle of wants. To get, simply release, and then gently invite.

The oceans never stop. They know no beginning or end. The wind never finishes. Sometimes it disappears, but only to gather momentum from somewhere else, returning to fling itself at the island, to make a point which is lost on Tom.

Endless dreams are forever waiting, whereas success is, and does.

When you feel you are incomplete you can always console yourself with the idea of being infinite.