In order to keep an open mind, I am trying to avoid learning anything.
There is a vast region of enormous potential located somewhere between your ears.
Even with a round table, some people always seem able to sit at the head of it.
Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.
You can't stop progress, but you can help decide what is progress and what isn't.
The task I've been given seems absurd: To wait here on earth until I no longer exist.