Just keep asking questions. Does this job allow me to be myself? Does it make me smarter? Does it open doors? Does it represent a compromise I accept? Does it touch my inner being?

Ask yourself: Does the job touch my heart and feed my soul? You will never be what you were meant to be if you aren't having fun.

We call it your area of destiny. We urge people to build their careers at that intersection of what they're uniquely good at ... and what you love to do.

It used to be you rose up through the ranks, and by the time you got a job as a boss, you had done the work of everybody beneath you.

Business is business and politics is politics and never between shall meet.

It's a choice that you make and there's consequences. It's something you have to own.

When I first met Jack, I was terrified of him. I wasn't expecting a fun, laughing, enjoyable, exciting guy. I walked into his office like most people, with my knees knocking together. I was scared.

You should ask for a performance evaluation. Ask your boss, where do I stand? I need to know what I can do better and what I'm doing well.

Most people don't know where they stand. One day their boss gives them an eye roll, and it can set back their whole day. It causes enormous stress.

You've got to dig in [and learn about things you don't know] if you want to stay in the conversation.

I love the way business works, when there's a crisis or a scandal, there is blood on the floor. Somebody pays, people are held accountable, that's just not politics.

I am in charge of my emotions.

the whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper & neatly tied with string

I hate flying. Know why? Because no one really understands how planes actually work.

Dad: Honey, have you seen my glasses? I can"t find them. Mom: I haven't seen them. Calvin: (with glasses, to Dad) Calvin, go do something you hate! Being miserable builds character!

Write relentlessly, until you find your voice. Then, use it.

My parents had a factory, so I was linked to the textile and fashion industry.

If knowledge is power and power corrupt, does knowledge corrupt?

I heard a Californian student in Heidelberg say, in one of his calmest moods, that he would rather decline two drinks than one German adjective.

Writing, playing, composing, painting, reading, listening, looking-all require that we submit to being swept away by Eros, to a transformation of self of the kind that happens when we fall in love.

That's why you have to save the dying man. Because you want him around to keep saving you.