I don’t dream of someone who seems to have known me my whole life, who says, I know, me too; I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what? But you can’t spend your life hoping that people will ask you the right questions. You must learn to love and answer the questions they already ask. Otherwise you’re dreaming of visiting Venice by driving to Boise, Idaho.

Good saying, good saying.