It's an artists job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

I think most things are pretty magical$$$ and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.

So$$$ if a city has a personality$$$ maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

Sometimes you do things you regret$$$ but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on.

It's part of growing up$$$ I suppose: you always have to leave something behind you.

And there never was an apple$$$ in Adam's opinion$$$ that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

Words can wound$$$ and wounds can heal.

Nothing is done entirely for nothing. Nothing is wasted. You are older$$$ and you have made decisions$$$ and you are not the fox you were yesterday. Take what you have learned$$$ and move on.

You can know anything. It's all there. You just have to find it.

It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.