Misc

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain

The only thing I ever learned is that some people are lucky and some people aren't and not even a graduate of the Harvard Business School can say why.

I knew that nothing stranger had ever happened, that nothing stranger could ever happen. Why should I be my aunt, or me, or anyone?

What similarities-- boots, hands, the family voice I felt in my throat... held us all together or made us all just one? How-I didn't know any word for it-how unlikely...

So it goes.

You realize that nature is ruthless and our existence is very fragile, temporary, and precious. But to go on with your daily affairs, you can't really think about that...which is probably why everyone takes the world for granted and why we act so thoughtlessly. It's very confusing. I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up.

We have a right to know what's going on!

If it runs and seems correct, you ship it. It's good enough

In real life, everything you do can and probably will fail.

There's who you are, and there's who you think you are, and your personal misery is defined by how big the gap is between them.

The greatest hazard of all, losing one's self, can happen very quietly in the world, as though it were nothing at all.