We’re all water from different rivers,
That’s why it’s so easy to meet,
We’re all water in this vast, vast ocean,
Someday we’ll evaporate together.

Yoko Ono

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

Anna Freud

Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.

Margaret Atwood