I always wanted to be Robin Hood or John the Baptist when I was growing up.
You don’t often see Bear Grylls in a suit.
How hard, how bitter it is to become a man!
If there were a party of those who aren’t sure they’re right, I’d belong to it.
The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.
I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.
You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago.
I have no other self than the totality of things of which I am aware.
It is hard indeed to notice anything for which the languages available to us have no description.
We do not “come into” this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.
What I remember the most really was just running wild there. Barefooted, swimming in dirty lakes, selling fruit, picking mango trees, hoping not to get caught because they don’t take kindly to thieves in Africa.
I think it’s really important that you don’t think you’re great. Because once you get to that point, you just fuck everything up. You think that everyone’s going to think you’re great all the time, and that’s rubbish.
I’ve never been more normal than I am now.
When I have nothing to say, I’d rather just not talk.
I learned at an early age that I could make the things that I wanted. That’s a very powerful thing to realize as a kid. LEGOs were a key part of that.
Of course, I love tools. I also love arranging them, to the point where I came up with a name for my organizing metric: first-order retrievability.
Let’s get on our knees and pray. I don’t know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?
My workplace is wherever I’m making something, which could be in a field in gold country, or in an abandoned warehouse on a military base.
Let’s blow some stuff up.