I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
You could get on a boat there, get away. That fit with the terrorism hypothesis.
Most advances in science come when a person for one reason or another is forced to change fields.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
I wrote myself a check for ten million dollars for acting services rendered and dated it Thanksgiving 1995. I put it in my wallet and it deteriorated. And then, just before Thanksgiving 1995, I found out I was going to make ten million dollars for Dumb & Dumber. I put that check in the casket with my father because it was our dream together.
I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get.
Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.