I'm a workaholic, so I ignore the signs of fatigue and just keep going and going, and then conk out when I get home. It can be pretty stressful.
You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.
It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.
if you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want
And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.
Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?
if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.
Actually, I've never thought myself as being a particularly hard worker. I've always worked, and I guess my mind is busy all the time. I've been in a lot of things just because of my own intellectual curiosity.
Gold was not altogether certain what, anatomically, a gorge was, but he knew that his was rising.
I'm probably the only bottom-heavy golfer in the country.
Nature that framed us of four elements, warring within our breasts for regiment, doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.