The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.
Seven thirty in the morning is too early for a man of my standing.
We must remember to enjoy ourselves.
I want truth. I'm crying out to hear it. I need it like oxygen.
I can't abide small talk.
I'm the worst ad anyone could possibly be for abstaining from anything.
I'm a Taurus, you know. A bull. I belong in a field.
My velvet Elvis means the world to me. Although he may not be worth much dough, he means more to me than some old Rembrandt or Van Gogh.
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequerd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirrord to the mind: though all around Be rattling hoofs and roaring wheels, the eye Is wandring where the heart delights to dwell.
The Bible is true, and some of it actually happened.
Thinking about how disturbingly herdlike people become in so many different contexts—mimetic theory forces you to think about that, which is knowledge that’s generally suppressed and hidden. As an investor-entrepreneur, I’ve always tried to be contrarian, to go against the crowd, to identify opportunities in places where people are not looking.