Trying to talk somebody out of the stuff that they enjoy in life is like trying to talk them out of their faith or their sexuality. It’s a pointless exercise that can never be anything but acrimonious and will only highlight unnecessary amounts of difference about things that ultimately don’t really matter. Buy the steak you like, worship the god you love, neck with the people that you treasure and don’t worry about the numbers.

A lot of the best work I've ever done started out as something completely different because I gave myself permission to have space around my time and expectations.

Where you allow your attention to go ultimately says more about you as a human being than anything that you put in your mission statement.

The mindless junk of your past crowds out opportunities and sets pointless limitations. Move out the junk, and you create room for the rest of your life. Ultimately, it's not just a question of tidying your house; it's a question of liberating your heart.

People will always despise you if you end up doing less stupid BS than they choose to suffer.

Creative work only seems like a magic trick to people who don't understand that it's ultimately still work.

By my reckoning, I only need about 200 more takeout coffee cups to complete my bitterly ironic mosaic of Al Gore.