I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle.