Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
Mary Oliver, "Messenger," 2006
The wicked will run to the iron bridge, but it will
collapse under their weight. The righteous
will cross the paper bridge, and it will support
them all. Paper is the only eternal bridge. Your purpose
as a writer is to achieve one task, and one task only:
to build a paper bridge to the world to come.
Dara Horn, The World to Come