“Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.”

“It's not a hill it's a mountain, as you start out the climb”

“I like the notion of working the program, like an artist works a lump of clay. An artist wants to make a sculpture, but before she makes the sculpture, she just massages the clay. She starts towards making the sculpture, and sees what the clay wants to do. And the more she handles the clay, the more the clay tends to do what she wants. It becomes compliant to her will.
A development team works on a piece of code over several months. Initially, they make a piece of code, and it's a little stiff. It's small, but it's still stiff. Then they move the code, and it gets a little easier to move.”

“I found a sad little fairy
Beneath the shade of a paper tree.
I know a sad little fairy
Who was blown away by the wind one night.”

“… like a grain of sand that gets into an oyster's shell. What if the grain doesn't want to become a pearl? Is it ever asked to climb out quietly and take up its old position as a bit of ocean floor?”

“One day an army of gray-haired women may quietly take over the Earth!”

“Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.”

“The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.”

“One starts by seeing the person who poses, but little by little all the possible sculptures of him intervene… The more real a real vision of him disappears, the stranger his head becomes.”

“Rabbits live close to death and when death comes closer than usual, thinking about survival leaves little room for anything else.”