It is in the heart and not in the words—not even in the most beautiful ones—but in the heart, in the skeleton bird pushing against your chest, wanting to fly, that we know for certain who and what we love. That is all we have, and all there is.

- Mette Jakobsen




I go back to Glasgow in the morning. I don't want to go back to Glasgow in the morning. I want to stay here, where I can see the stars, where I can breathe the air, where I can hear the sea and where I can feed my sheep every day. I don't want to go back to Glasgow in the morning.

Aonghas.