Don't Confuse Comfort With Happiness.

I Went To College, Grad School. I Got An M.b.a., Had A Really Cush Corporate Job. But I Was Just Bored Stiff. I Didn't Fit That Mold.

I Run With A Credit Card And A Cell Phone, So When There Is Not A 7-eleven Around, Like Some Of The Country Roads Out There, I Can Get Him To Deliver A Pizza To Me. And I Kind Of Give Them A Coordinate, A Corner.

Once You Permit Yourself To Compromise, You Fail Yourself.

There Is Magic In Misery. Just Ask Any Runner.

Listen To Everyone, Follow No One.