Believe it or not, I can actually draw.

     Eventually everything connects — people, ideas, objects… the quality of the connections is the key to quality per se.

     I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

     It’s the in between that drives us mad.