Put Your Ass Where Your Heart Wants

The Critic Hates Most That Which He Would Have Done Himself If He Had Had The Guts.

If You Find Yourself Asking Yourself (and Your Friends), "am I Really A Writer? Am I Really An Artist?" Chances Are You Are. The Counterfeit Innovator Is Wildly Self-confident. The Real One Is Scared To Death.

The Artist Must Be Like That Marine. He Has To Know How To Be Miserable. He Has To Love Being Miserable. He Has To Take Pride In Being More Miserable Than Any Soldier Or Swabbie Or Jet Jockey. Because This Is War, Baby. And War Is Hell.

When We Sit Down Day After Day And Keep Grinding, Something Mysterious Starts To Happen... Unseen Forces Enlist In Our Cause; Serendipity Reinforces Our Purpose.

Socrates Demonstrated Long Ago, That The Truly Free Individual Is Free Only To The Extent Of His Own Self-mastery.