The world no longer has a choice between force and law; if civilization is to survive, it must choose the rule of law.
If it turns out to be a hit, well, good luck dealing with fame. And if it's not a hit and you can still survive and make music you believe in, well, then you're truly blessed. I think that's where we are now.
[Humans] don't just survive; they discover; they create. . . . I mean, just look at what they do with food!
You never know!” Neith snapped. “The point is, I’ll survive the apocalypse. I can live off the land!” She jabbed a finger at me. “Did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts?” “Um—” “And I’ll never be bored,” Neith continued, “since I’m also the goddess of weaving. I have enough twine for a millennium of macramé!” I had no reply, as I wasn’t sure what macramé was.
There are all these moments you don't think you will survive. And then you survive.
I think you really have to tap into your sense of humor in order to survive.
If you want your business to survive for 100 years, you've got to make it through every single day for 100 years. It's not enough to do it 99. 9% of the time.
Even without love, I can live fine alone. It's not like I've always had what I wanted. In my life not even once. . . I was never selfish nor full of greed. The things I want to do, the things I want, the things I wish for. . . have I ever even had any of those, for at least once in my whole life? I can live fine without love. I will find a way to survive. Dying is hell. Why is living supposed to be hell?
If you remain always far, love will die. If you remain always near, love will die. Love can survive only in a continuous flowing relationship.
Once evil is individualized, becoming part of everyday life, the way of resisting it also becomes individual. How does the soul survive? is the essential question. And the response is: through love and imagination.
Your ability to survive depends on your attitude
Is there any indication we shouldn't be depressed - are you living on the same planet that I am? Do you ever think that depression might be the reasonable human response to the crap we're going through as a species, meant to propel us into the next evolutionary step, or at least into taking some different course of action so we might survive? Do you ever think that maybe it's the happy people that are really screwed up in the head?
I don't know what of our culture is going to survive, or if we survive. If you look at the Greek plays, they're really good. And there's just a handful of them. Well, how good would they be if there were 2,500 of them? But that's the future looking back at us. Anything you can think of, there's going to be millions of them. Just the sheer number of things will devalue them. I don't care whether it's art, literature, poetry or drama, whatever. The sheer volume of it will wash it out. I mean, if you had thousands of Greek plays to read, would they be that good? I don't think so.
You must change in order to survive.
The only way to survive is to have a sense of humour.
You probably have to split yourself in various ways just in order to survive, and to think of yourself as a multitude.
If you love music and it requires hours of practice that can be boring, you can survive the boredom, you're not going to love it but you can survive the boredom because you're connected to something that excites you.
Laughter survives. . . it has to survive.
I'm not a rich man, and Greg Lake is certainly not. I don't know how he can survive. I don't know how he can be that suicidal. But having said that, I'd love to be there to help Greg.
Deeds survive the doers.