I wish I could be someone that is more in the moment. There's a benefit to being who I am because I get things done, but I probably don't need to be in my own head all the time because it's intense in there.
I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.
Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend. . . the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.
I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.
You live your life as if it's real. . . . . . . a thousand kisses deep
Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.
You cannot invent an algorithm that is as good at recommending books as a good bookseller, and that's the secret weapon of the bookstore - is that no algorithm will ever understand readers the way that other readers can understand readers.
Be daring enough to be different, humble enough to make mistakes, wild enough to be burnt in the fire of love, real enough to make others see how phony you are.
Farming implements are as cheap in Sydney as in England.
In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.