It is the stars, it is the ancient stars, it is the young and everlasting stars!
Design is not just what it looks like and feels like. Design is how it works.
If you are working on something exciting that you really care about, you don't have to be pushed. The vision pulls you.
You cannot mandate productivity, you must provide the tools to let people become their best.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. . . . I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. . . . It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me.
I mean, some people say, 'Oh, God, if [Jobs] got run over by a bus, Apple would be in trouble. ' And, you know, I think it wouldn't be a party, but there are really capable people at Apple. My job is to make the whole executive team good enough to be successors, so that's what I try to do.
The people who built Silicon Valley were engineers. They learned business, they learned a lot of different things, but they had a real belief that humans, if they worked hard with other creative, smart people, could solve most of humankind's problems. I believe that very much.
It still feels unreal sometimes. It all happened so fast, like an explosion you know. But I am really hyped about the success of 'Animals' and 'Wizard'.
People like secrets. Creative people really like secrets.
Of what significance the light of day, if it is not the reflection of an inward dawn?--to what purpose is the veil of night withdrawn, if the morning reveals nothing to the soul? It is merely garish and glaring.
These are crystalline - oftentimes incandescent - translations of Juarroz's powerful metaphysical poems where eternity and silence jut up against a world where “writing infects the landscape” and there are “more letters than leaves” - The kind of match one hopes for where both the translator and the poet are in luck; new poems which don't leak and yet old poems in which the original passion shines.