I really fell in love with Africa.
I am happy everywhere except in places where I see glitz and rich farts. I am happiest in Brooklyn, where the concentration of rich farts is minimal.
Go to parties. You can't even start to know what you may find on the envelope of serendipity. If you suffer from agoraphobia, send colleagues.
The traits I respect are erudition and the courage to stand up when half-men are afraid for their reputation. Any idiot can be intelligent.
To succeed in life requires a total inability to do anything that makes you uncomfortable when you look at yourself in the mirror.
Few understand that procrastination is our natural defense, letting things take care of themselves and exercise their antifragility; it results from some ecological or naturalistic wisdom, and is not always bad - at an existential level, it is my body rebelling against its entrapment. It is my soul fighting the Procrustean bed of modernity.
Comfort makes you weaker. We need some variability, some stressors. Not too much, but just enough.
If something needed to be written, if something needed to be polished, needed to be re-written, I was just handed pages.
I don't feel like taking anybody's money.
I have, of all the inglorious things, a malignant hemorrhoid. What color bracelet does one wear for that? And where does one wear it? And what slogan is apropos? Perhaps that slogan can be sewn in needlepoint around the ruffle on a cover for my embarrassing little doughnut buttocks pillow.
My parents armed me with an amazing sense of humor, and it's what you need when, well, it's what anyone needs in this world.