We Fail When We Give Up Too

In A Long Distance Race, Everyone Gets Tired. The Winner Is The Runner Who Figures Out Where To Put The Tired, Figures Out How To Store It Away Until After The Race Is Over. Sure, He's Tired. Everyone Is. That's Not The Point. The Point Is To Run.

Art Is What We Call...the Thing An Artist Does. It's Not The Medium Or The Oil Or The Price Or Whether It Hangs On A Wall Or You Eat It. What Matters, What Makes It Art, Is That The Person Who Made It Overcame The Resistance, Ignored The Voice Of Doubt And Made Something Worth Making. Something Risky. Something Human. Art Is Not In The ...eye Of The Beholder. It's In The Soul Of The Artist.

Increasingly, There Are Only Two Kinds Of Companies: Brave And Dead.

My Problem With The Search For The Badge Of Real Is That It Trades Your Goals And Your Happiness For Someone Else's.

It Turns Out That The People Who Like Their Jobs The Most Are Also The Ones Who Are Doing The Best Work, Making The Greatest Impact, And Changing The Most.