- [on letting go] It's time to hold a grand old wake for your ghosts, leave their baggage like flowers around the tombs, and enjoy what you've built for yourself.
- [on taking it easy] The mercurial side of me generally starts banging on that alarm bell every time the ship slows down. "Don't stop! Do not stop here! More things to see! Keep going!" Clang clang clang!
- [on love] I can't get that Yeats thing out of my head. "Our souls are love, and a continual farewell." The very thing we're built with, the very materials we are constructed of, is love itself, but it is mercurial and transient and beyond our control. All we are is love, and we always must say goodbye.
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