Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard.
How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.
I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.
How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you.
Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.
I don't mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel somehow right to be printing books in the U. S.
I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.
Sensible men show their sense by saying much in few words. If noble actions are the substance of life, good sayings are its ornament and guide.
Quit thinking about your weight and start thinking about your worth and who you are and what you haven't done yet. What you want to accomplish.
Imagine for a minute yourself in the same shoes, the same sense of survival and the same nothing to lose.
You don't think people would go on about my looks if I was No. 500 in the world instead of No. 12, do you? Anyway, as I keep telling everyone, you can't blame me for looking like this on purpose