Todd

“Years later, I would read books on mindfulness and meditation and realize that the key to happiness, or that even-more-desired thing, calmness, lies not in always thinking happy thoughts. No, that's impossible. No mind on Earth with any kind of intelligence could spend a lifetime enjoying only happy thoughts. The key is in accepting your thoughts - all of them, even the bad ones. Accept thoughts, but don't become them. Understand, for instance, that having a sad thought - even having a continual succession of sad thoughts - is not the same as being a sad person. You can walk through a storm and feel the wind, but you know you are not the wind.”
― Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive

“At the age he had attained with his life span short before him he had begun to look upon the human world with the indifference of a condemned man. Who cares for your fashions and your wars and your causes? I will shortly be gone and I have seen many fashions come and go and many causes so passionately defended only to be forgotten. But now it was different and he was drawn back into the stream of being because there was once again a life in his hands. Things mattered.”
― Paulette Jiles, News of the World

“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

“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