In 2004, I worked a delivery job. It was very physical work, and one day I hurt my back on the job.

When you squeeze an orange, you'll always get orange juice to come out.

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing.

What a powerful assertion of freedom, hidden in a throw-away line.

Stuck in the busy, doing things that are largely unimportant.

Sometimes you pour energy into the wrong thing.

It's ok.

Knowing what you should be doing is not the same thing as doing it.

When reading, you highlight it. When listening, you jot it down. It almost feels personal.

And why should we feel anger at the world?