And I have to tell you, as tough as farming is, the idea of farming when you’re losing money year after year... that’s not life even, that’s like death. That’s eternal damnation.

But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.

How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?

Everyone I looked at, their whole lives, did exactly what they were supposed to do without even questioning it, without even wondering if they could do something different.

You can’t think about how much you have left to do because that’s just one thought, one sad thought, that’ll make you bummed out all day long. Instead you’ve got to think about how much you’ve already done.

And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks?

And if I didn’t, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering who I could have turned into if only I’d had the guts to try.