Jump, And You Will Find

How Working For The Wrong Motives Poisons Our Creativity And Warps Our Ideas Of Success And Failure.

I Wake Up In The Morning And I Lie In Bed, And It's The Time I Call "the Theater Of Morning." All These Thoughts Run Around In My Head, Between My Ears When I'm Waking Up. It's Not A Dream State, But It's Not Completely Awake Either. So All These Metaphors Run Around And Then I Pick One And I Get Out Of Bed And I Do It. I'm Very Lucky.

There Is No Future For E-books, Because They Are Not Books. E-books Smell Like Burned Fuel.

Men Throw Huge Shadows On The Lawn, Don't They? Then, All Their Lives, They Try To Run To Fit The Shadows. But The Shadows Are Always Longer.

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.