by Sje
“I can’t wait to meet my children,” she said, “and tell them they don’t have to be anybody.”
the seeds, the trees
"But once in a while there's a great dynamite-burst of flying glass and brick and splinters through the front wall and somebody stalks over the rubble, seizes me by the throat and gently says, 'I will not let you go until you set me, in words, on paper.'" – Richard Bach
