Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements-the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life-weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of the stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget God. The stars died so that you could be here today.
Live for awhile in the books you love. Learn from them what is worth learning, but above all love them. This love will be returned to you a thousand times over. Whatever your life may become, these books — of this I am certain — will weave through the web of your unfolding. They will be among the strongest of all threads of your experiences, disappointments, and joys.
I need magic dust that would make everything bad disappear.
that feeling you get in your throat, that knot of doubt. knowing that you don’t belong where you are, and that you cannot rest until you’ve seen the entire world. Only then can you decide where your final place of rest will be.