You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't.

Tennis's beauty's infinite roots are self-competitive. You compete with your own limits to transcend the self in imagination and execution. Disappear inside the game: break through limits: transcend: improve: win.

An ad that pretends to be art is – at absolute best – like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you.

I've noticed that, while I can't help but respect and sort of envy the moral nerve of people who truly do not care what others think of them, people like this also make me nervous, and I tend to do my admiring from a safe distance.

Ya' know, these days kids seem to be getting younger and younger.

We are who people think we are.

You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't.