“Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?”
“When the elders are an inspiration to the youth then the youth become the inspiration for the elders”
“How strange it is to view a town you grew up in, not in wonderment through the eyes of youth, but with the eyes of a historian on the way things were.”
“I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently. If the world saw you differently as a result.”
“Imagine you saw a colour in your dream, which you have never seen before. It doesn't consist of any colours or shades that you know. Trying to describe that colour would be as difficult as trying to belive that there is enough love & compassion in the world so every human can feel happiness.”
“...it will be a world made not bright but brighter, not clean but cleaner.”