I believe I owe all the best parts of my adulthood to embracing my imperfections and showcasing them.
Appreciating old wine is like making love to a very old lady. It is possible. It can even be enjoyable. But it requires a bit of imagination.
God made Cabernet Sauvignon, whereas the Devil made Pinot Noir.
People spend too much time tasting wine; not enough time drinking it.
I can count the number of great Cabernets I made at Beaulieu only by taking off my socks and shoes, but I can count the number of great Pinot Noirs on one hand with change left over.
Man is messy, but any creature that can create space vehicles can probably cope.
You have to be uncompromised in your level of commitment to whatever you are doing, or it can disappear as fast as it appeared. . . Excellence isn't a one-week or one-year ideal. It's a constant. There will be days when you don't feel on top of your game, or meetings in which you aren't at your best, but your commitment remains constant. No compromises.
Getting lost was not a matter of geography so much as identity, a passionate desire, even an urgent need, to become no one and anyone, to shake off the shackles that remind you who you are, who others think you are.
Consciousness is, among other things, a spontaneous exercise in creativity.