I have no intention of being a potted plant, and just getting watered every so often.
We're all going to change. Otherwise, it's boring.
I want my life to match my work now. I don't want to work and then travel. I want to be at one place.
We live in what virtually amounts to a museum - which does not happen to a lot of people.
Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.
I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
If I do the same thing each year, that feels like I am sat on a shelf, and mentally that wouldn't be wise.
On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over, - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again. It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement.
The residents had eliminated both past and future, and for all their activity, they existed in a civilized and eventless world.
I'm not nomadic by nature.
I half cherish the hope that the end of history will be Swissness.
Like, my whole life I've been right here in this zip code, 90059. Regardless of wherever I go I always end up in the same spot.
