“the realization that each passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”
Once you’ve ruined your reputation, you can live quite freely.
There is only one path forward: exploit opportunity.
If you keep on talking, you will end up saying what you didn’t intend to say.
What can I possibly do with my life that would make me worthy of all the good fortune I’ve had? I have no illusions about changing the world, but what about my community?
People don’t buy what you do, they buy why you do it.
The goal is not to do business with everybody who needs what you have. The goal is to do business with people who believe what you believe.
Happiness does not come from a job. It comes from knowing what you truly value, and behaving in a way that’s consistent with those beliefs.
Condense fact from the vapour of nuance.
…that’s basically what all dystopian stories are. “What if all the horrible stuff was also done to white people?
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm.