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Westinghouse was different. He loved the products themselves. And he made them better than anyone. He is the ultimate craftsman... He wanted to make the best light bulbs. ...They had to be the best. The most useful, the most current technology. It's his products that won out.

What did they love? The three of them? Edison loved the audience. For him, it was the performance. It was the crowd. ...He wanted the applause. That's what he was fighting for.

Don't take away my name. (Edison)

I think if we ever reach the point where we think we thoroughly understand who we are and where we come from, we will have failed. ~ Carl Sagan

There was a dissociative discrepancy between the magnitude of the event and the smallness of the moment.

Tesla was happiest when he was working. Westinghouse was happiest when he'd finished. Edison would be happiest when he'd won.

..what these men did was not for money, it was not for class or some abstract social achievement. These men built things because they were smart. They were eager and they were precocious and they were curious.

Yet the irony of constellations was that their shapes were but narratives imposed by an active mind. The brightest design among the heavens was in truth only what you imagined it to be.

Sometimes we stare so long at a door that is closing that we see too late the one that is open ~ Alexander Graham Bell

This is what discovery is. It's not a flash of colour. It's not a moment of divine inspiration. It is not the hand of God reaching down to press the pointed finger. It's work. It's drudgery.

Isolation was no punishment for a man who sought, above all else, to be left alone.

To be a stranger in the place of your coming-of-age,

Her child already knew that each thing had its shadow, even at midday.

...a summer in limbo in the deepest countryside

Bellicose : demonstrating aggression and willingness to fight

Even a true story is a fiction...It is the comforting tool we use to organise the chaotic world around us into something comprehensible. It is the cognitive machine that separates the wheat of emotion from the chaff of sensation.

...the dark marvel of man-made lightning was as mysterious and incomprehensible as an Old Testament plague.

If the weight of mortality does not grow lighter, does it at least get more familiar?

...the most authentic moments, where life and identity were under threat..

How little do doctors understand the hells through which we put patients.

Patient - one who endures hardship without complaint.

When there's no place for the scalpel, words are the surgeon's only tool.

There is moment, a cusp, when the sun of gathered experience is worn down by the details of living. We are never so wise when we live on this moment.

I can only say to them that Eli was my friend, and he was a man like any other - flawed and hurting and grasping for answers.

Our histories are scratched into the same vinyl, burned into the same disc, archived on the same digital tapestry...

Our histories are scratched into the same vinyl, burned into the same disc, archived on the same digital tapestry...

..it is the only story I have, the only story that matters, for it is the story that changed my life's trajectory.!

Sometimes the water catches up and overwhelms and there's nothing to do but let go.

For a moment, wrapped up in all that I was witnessing, everything was perfect & everything was perfectly broken, & I understood that no matter how hard you try, there are just some things that you cannot put back together again.