Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden. - Cormac McCarthy

Hard weather, says the old man. So let it be. Wrap me in the weathers of the earth, I will be hard and hard. My face will wash rain like the stones.

When you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

: —Neither does anybody else. Sometimes you get a clear sense that doing math is largely just feeding data into the substation and waiting to see what comes out. I’m not even sure that it’s all that wise to commit things to memory.