All I know is that I wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I’d get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don’t want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of what I become. Something that will be there, always,  like tomorrow’s sky. That’s what I want now, and I think it’s what you should want too. ~ Kazuo Ishiguro