I must have been 12 years old. I remember it was raining. We passed by the National Gallery, and that wonderful pink marble, in the rain it gets a very rich rose. I remember looking up and saying to my parents, ‘That’s the kind of job I would like to have some day.

Deep is the well of the past. Should we not call it bottomless?

My dad and I used to watch ‘Ninja Warrior’ all the time back when it was in Japan. I would always say, ‘I could do that,’ kind of joking, but obviously kind of serious.

I don’t want my past to become anyone else’s future.

It is even better to act quickly and err than to hesitate until the time of action is past.

Couldn’t wait to get grown, say to myself when I make it I’m gone.