Folks say I'm egotistical. Hell, I don't even know what it means.
The ego is a self-justifying historian which seeks only that information that agrees with it, rewrites history when it needs to, and does not even see the evidence that threatens it.
The past is remembered as if it were a drama in which the self was the leading player
We have only now, only this single eternal moment opening and unfolding before us, day and night.
The processing capacity of the conscious mind has been estimated at 120 bits per second.
I had been right: freedom smelled like ozone and thunderstorms and gunpowder all at once, like snow and bonfires and cut grass, it tasted like seawater and oranges.
If the power goes out, business stops. . . whether you sell roses or youre a big manufacturer.