One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn’t, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.
The accolades, just like the scrapes and bruises, fade in the end, and all you're left with is your ambition.
I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips