Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
But are not this struggle and even the mistakes one may make better, and do they not develop us more, than if we kept systematically away from emotions? – Vincent Van Gogh
At the moment Im doing this space movie, so Im obsessed with physics and space travel. I know three months down the line its gone. Then Ill be able to superficially say stuff about space. – Cillian Murphy
