If I Was A Waitress, I Was

I Should Figure Out Why I'm So Much More Interested In Doing Something That I Think Is Really Hard. But, Somehow, The Thing That Is Hard For Me Feels More Noble.

To Say It Was A Beautiful Day Would Not Begin To Explain It. It Was That Day When The End Of Summer Intersects Perfectly With The Start Of Fall .... [p.218 Ff.]

Sometimes Not Having Any Idea Where We’re Going Works Out Better Than We Could Possibly Have Imagined.

I Don't Really Do Anything With The Internet Except Check My Email. I Have A Much Higher Opinion Of Humanity Because Of That.

I Made A Startling Discovery. Time Spent Writing = Output Of Work. Amazing.