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When I was sixteen I was crazy over a girl in my class. Did you go out with her? No, I barely said a word to her. I just looked at her from a distance. I wasn’t brave enough to speak up.
Hard ground below, the endless sky above. Countless stars sparkling in the sky. That and nothing else.
A few books I hadn’t read yet, and about a dozen CDs. My favorite coffee cup.
You can have all the desire and ache inside you want, but what you really need is a concrete starting point.
He must be living a life free of worries. But viewed from his perspective, looking at me from
his side of the valley, I might appear to also be living a life of ease and leisure. From a distance, most things look beautiful.
In the midst of the everyday, these things may strike you as simply ordinary things, a matter of course. They might not be logical, but time
has to pass before you can see if something is logical.
For people who
know their way around it, privacy is a thing of the past.”
“there’s a point in everybody’s life where they need a major transformation. And when that time comes you have to grab it by the tail. Grab it hard, and never let go.
Monk’s Music was my favorite of his albums.
Outstanding ideas in the business world, too, emerge through a similar series of stages. The best ideas are thoughts that appear, unbidden, from out of the dark.”
What is important is not creating something out of nothing. What my friends need to do is discover the right thing from what is already there.”
A hard-and-fast rule in business is to never accept the first offer. Remember that, and you will never go wrong.”
your
eyes really are the windows to your hearts.
It’s easy to get soft when life is comfortable.”
the best metaphors make the best poems. Take good care not to avert your eyes from the new, unknown vistas you will encounter.”
“Why is your car always so beautiful?” I asked Menshiki. Not a fitting question under the circumstances, perhaps, but something I had long wanted to ask. “I don’t know,” he said in a disinterested tone. “Maybe it’s because I wash it when I have nothing else to do. From front to back. Then once a month, a pro comes and waxes it. And my garage protects it from the elements. That’s all.” That’s all? If my poor Toyota Corolla wagon heard that, after six months spent languishing in wind and rain, its shoulders would sag in dismay. It might even pass out.
Menshiki laughed. “Not really. I’ve made better.” What sort of omelet could that have been? One that sprouted wings and flew from Tokyo to Osaka in under two hours?
Time is the remedy for your concerns. It is the key for all things that possess form.
We all live our lives carrying secrets we cannot disclose.
“None of us are ever finished. Everyone is always a work in progress.”
In this real world of ours, after all, nothing remains the same forever.
