I’ve been racking my brains for the perfect response to accusations of perfectionism only to land at a conundrum: a confession of false modesty is

When I run out of things to do I write an itinerary: When all else fails fill sandbags to convert

In inter-family feuds eventually the gloves come off but in intra-family feuds the masks come off

I’m not afraid of rejection– Life is a series of rejections Until you learn that Life goes on I’m afraid of abject humiliation

If the honeymoon is over And things have gone leaden Rejoice, you have a lot of work to… Which is known as the golden age

You can use the Force or you can use force and the Force will use you because the Dark Side or the Light Side

Hunting on your own might make you a lone wolf but thinking for yourself makes you a lone ant

Optimism Hope without optimism Hope against hope Unconditional surrender Noncontingent being

In regular old capitalism we used to say time is money In the attention economy we say

You can only tell that People are truly free If they work harder than everyone… Which they do because All of their work

When you obey men They use it to control you When you obey God You use it to control yourself

As ever There is the easy way And the hard way The hard way Is being condemned to a freedom

Paradoxically To approach perfection You need to make Really big mistakes Ironically

We think nothing’s shocking since we’ve seen it all when really it’s because we’re blind to the obvious