I'm conditioned to know that I'm gonna fuck something up, so I go into anything that makes me feel truly vulnerable with an acknowledgment that it may be temporary, or I may be limited in my ability to fulfill this really big thing that doesn't require me to be sharp or witty or dexterous. It requires me to be fucking naive and simple and nice and reliable. I worry about it, because I'm better at: make a joke and leave.

If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what then, is an empty desk?

Wonder is the beginning of wisdom.

Stay hungry, Stay foolish.

Let the questions be the curriculum.

The stomach is the only part of man which can be fully satisfied. The yearning of man's brain for new knowledge and experience and for more pleasant and comfortable surroundings never can be completely met. It is an appetite which cannot be appeased.