I have always looked upon decay as being just as
wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
— Henry Miller
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
— Anaïs Nin
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.
— Vladimir Nabokov
The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.
— Carl Sagan
Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.