Todd

“They saw patched argonauts from the states driving mules through the streets on their way south through the mountains to the coast. Goldseekers. Itinerant degenerates bleeding westward like some heliotropic plague.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

“I wouldn't go so far as to say that over the years I drove producers and engineers a little crazy, but... well... Yeah, let's say I did. I'd watch every little thing with an eagle eye, trying to understand and remember every flick of a switch, leaping on people if they forgot to do the smallest thing, demanding explanations for everything. I couldn't help myself, and I've always been the same. It's partly a matter of control, partly (depending on who we'd be working with) a lack of trust, but most important, it's a compulsion to exhaust every possibility to make the perfect record. I don't want to have to live with errors. Impossible, I know, but what's the effin' point of not shooting for the moon?”
― Geddy Lee, My Effin' Life

“Control's lectures were nakedly about getting the narrative right. In their much-edited correctness, their placid-voiced hectoring, they bankrupted the energy in the room. Ideas are frictional, factional entities which wilt when pinned to flowcharts. Ideas have to cause problems before they cause solutions.”
― Kaliane Bradley, The Ministry of Time

“(After spying a half-dead fish in the waiting room's aquarium and desperately trying to get it some help) 'I heard you had a problem with a fish?' was the greeting I received at the oncology nurses' station. Call me nuts, but, when a visit costs more than $20,000, I think you should be treated to a hot stone massage, a lap dance, and aquariums with live fucking fish.”
― Annabelle Gurwitch, The End of My Life Is Killing Me: The Unexpected Joys of a Cancer Slacker