...it was easy to get an incomplete picture of the world if one relied solely on experts, and how important is would be to further rely on oneself

Stories were heirlooms in these parts.

It wasn't who a person believed himself to be or what he pretended he would do in a given situation. It was what he did when he got there that defined him.

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

Sometimes the imagination could be even crueler than the bone saw.

Even their downtime was epic.

Reputation became the pirates' sharpest sword.

It was too late for he and his father to have an adventure, and NOTHING seemed to have any color anymore.

Real pirates were better than in movies, more daring and terrifying and cunning than any screenwriter could imagine. They operated during the Golden Age of Piracy, from 1650 to 1720.

It's never too late in life to have a genuine adventure.

Learning new things exercises the brain in such a titillating way.

There's something strange about a laptop, how you can make the tiniest gesture and make the biggest sound. I don't feel I've resolved working a sense of performance into a piece yet.

In Germany people want to make up to the Jews for what happened by idealizing them.

Of the three prerequisites of genius; the first is soul; the second is soul; and the third is soul.

Sometimes you don't choose the material; the material chooses you.

I'm prepared for 12 rounds. I'll be very happy with anything else, but I'm prepared for 12 or 15 rounds.

When I have to critique someone else's web design, rather than write up a giant email or take a screengrab and move stuff around in Photoshop, I put together a really quick CSS doc making my changes.

The more you have, the more you are occupied, the less you give.

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

So I live among barbarous tribes, a stranger and exile for the love of God.