We are starstuff. We are the Universe made manifest, tring to figure itself out. We are the future of ancient stars. 1997 Nobel Conference. People and stars are made of the same stuff.
Some men take the long route and some take the short route.
Every man is working out his own way and no one can be of any help except by being kind, generous, and patient. I know your boyfriend. Look at me. I Hate Winter. I Hate Winter.