Mental Management is the process of maximising the probability of having a consistent mental performance, under pressure, on demand
Who or what are you? Besides insufferably rude?
I suppose you could call me. . . Soot," said the thing. "Yes. . . Soot. I have breathed it, lived in it, and eaten it for so long that it is a fitting name. " "Eaten it?" asked Suzy. "Why eat soot?" "Boredom," said Soot.
Unhand my tail!" squealed the Will.
I am not going to change who I am. I am human and I know how to love, and be kind, and be compassionate to those who are weaker than me. Just because I have power doesn't mean I have to use it!
It's always better to be doing.
If only Sam could have stayed just like the Dog, she thought. A comforting friend without the complication of romantic interest. There had to be something she could do to completely discourage him, short of throwing up, or making herself totally unattractive. "I'm thirty-five," she said at last.
I'm not the guy in the dress with the blood and the unrequited gay whatever - which, according to my psychiatrist, my gayness is a form of narcissism but you'll have to ask him about that.
We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try.
Thought is the fountain of speech.
Everyone in New York is fluid and thinking and inspiring each other.