A man must have something to cling to. Without that he is as a pea vine sprawling in search of a trellis…. I was all asprawl, clinging to Beauty, which is a very restless trellis. – E.B. White (1899–1985)
Mine is just a simple old human story – of one person trying, with great rigor and discipline, to comprehend her personal relationship with divinity. – Elizabeth Gilbert